Illicit Relationship Novels & Stories

His daughter commented with disdain, “dad, do you have an illegitimate son?” The barrages of questions made the frown etched Lycan's face deepened, taking a deep breath, he took a seat, ignoring the glaring from Pretty. He looked at his children and sighed heavily, “yes” His answer was like a bomb that detonated, Pretty screamed like a banshee “Lycan, you are a cheater? What did I ever do to you, for you to cheat on me?” Lycan turned his children “I didn't cheat on your mother, for the record, before I married your mother, a lady was already pregnant for me, but, I wasn't aware, I just got to know recently…” he explained as calmly as he could.

“But their relationship is a farce! What’s a relationship without faithfulness? Without commitment? You go into a relationship because you have a partner who you deem enough for you, who you see as enough for you… How can they live like that? Alora’s questions strike a chord in my heart. I don’t think she realizes that is how I have also been living all this while. This is how I have accepted to live. Just that I didn't have the sense to recommend women to Ulric. I felt bad with him cheating on me already, recommending women to him would have only made me feel worthless.

Doc Jones quirked her brow, hoping one of the other club members had told Roni about her penchant to ask questions and make them answer when they were sitting on her couch. Rooster picked up for her when she struggled to find the words. "It was a sexual relationship, and I daresay there was a lot of love there—at least as much love as two teenagers can have for one another. It was forbidden, her father didn't want me to see her, I was best friends with Liam. We had to sneak around, and sneaking around made it that much sweeter." It was beginning to click a little in Doc Jones' head. "It was passionate and forbidden and that made it even more illicit. The danger of getting caught made it that

He had done wonderful things to her body and made her do unimaginable things to herself and to him. The smile faded as soon they had appeared when she recalled her second meeting with him. Jake had said unimaginable things to her. He demeaned, defamed, and insulted her. It was heart-wrenching. She was glad he had said they were never going to cross paths. She didn't want to see him again either. Like a revelation, Sheena's mind recalled a tiny important detail. Jake was her husband's Illegitimate son. She had slept with the son and married the father. "How twisted her fate was." She thought.

“You’re mine, Lila. Have been since the day you walked into this house looking like sin in a sundress. Serena can scream it from the rooftops if she wants. I’m not letting you go.” The words unlocked something in her. The guilt was still there, sharp and biting, but the need was stronger. She rode him harder, breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips. Ronan’s mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting while his fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against her skin. “So tight. So wet for your stepbrother even after getting caught.” Lila moaned loudly, not caring who might hear. “Harder, Ronan. Please—”

"Stop acting like I'm some stranger. Some monster. I'm your son. I'm the person who's been there for you through everything." "While secretly being in love with me," I said. "While manipulating every aspect of my life. While destroying my marriage. Richard, do you even hear yourself? Do you understand how disturbed that is?" "Society's rules are arbitrary," Richard said, repeating what he'd said at the hotel. Like he'd rehearsed this argument. "What we have transcends normal relationships. People just don't understand—" "There is no 'we,'" I interrupted. "There's you and your obsession. And there's me, your victim. That's not a relationship, Richard. That's a crime."

“Did you engage in a physical relationship with a non-contracted party while still legally bound to your husband?” “Yes.” I stated plainly. “Was that individual compensated?” I met his eyes without hesitation. “Yes.” A rustle moved through the gallery—not outrage, not drama, but attention. The kind that leans in. Arden smiled, slow and satisfied. “And what,” he said, “do you call that kind of arrangement?” I let the silence stretch. “Survival.” The single word dropped like a stone in a still pool. No rise. No explanation. Just truth. He opened his mouth to press further, but before the next question could leave his lips, the chamber doors creaked open. The doors opened—not loudly, just wide

The way people saw them together, of the photograph she suspected existed or the wat Lila had looked at her in weeks before she found out about her. “There might be,” she said carefully. “Someone has been watching me. I think someone may have been creating the appearance of an inappropriate relationship, between me and someone that works for my husband. “It is a common move,” Patricia said. “Close proximity, regular contact, easy to photograph and misinterpret. If there are images or testimony from someone suggesting intimacycombined with a narrative of instability…” She shook her head slightly. “That’s a case, Mrs. Blackwell. Not a guaranteed win”

Yes… I wanted the unholy things, the things no one should admit wanting. But I wasn’t a monster. Not entirely. I didn’t want this to be just sex. I didn’t want her to feel like an affair, like something secret and dirty, like she was a possession I could take whenever I pleased. Her words, said so casually in the car, made the reality of our relationship feel clandestine, illicit… and it gnawed at me. The truth was more complicated than she realized.

They floated to my ears like a beautiful melody, and I began to surmise I was witnessing the infamous wolf’s mate bond take effect, even though I was confused as to why it was affecting me so. I told her who I was, holding nothing back. And not long after she too gave me her name and confirmed my suspicions that I was her mate. Time passed and we began a secret relationship. Back then, wolves weren’t accepting of vampire mates, but for a vampire, it was even worse and very much looked down upon. To them, it would have been better to end your life than take a wolf as your mate. None of that meant anything to me. I loved Iliana and was willing to give my title over if necessary. She in turn lo