Illicit Relationship Novels & Stories

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

by his ruthless father and ruthless family. She pulls him up by the shoulders and makes him sit in front of her. She holds his face desperately. "This thing happening between us isn't normal, it's illicit..." She tells him with a nervous voice, "So you know the outcome-" "Then why does it feel so pure and vulnerable? Why do I feel like I'm doing something right for the first time?" His hand starts stroking on her bare thigh. "It's because both of us have been wronged Asher. I want to-"

I stood up before he could finish. “This is not an improper relationship,” I said clearly. My voice didn’t shake. “Tristan Hale and I are in a committed relationship. It began before he joined the company and we kept it private for obvious reasons. Someone is trying to blackmail us with stolen photos. That person is connected to illegal activities at Tristan’s former employer. We have proof.”

I do not want anything to do with Lucian, and matching Iris with that man would be a massive mistake. It would be idiotic to take this job. I open my mouth to voice my thoughts. “Now before you say no, let me tell you the reason why I’m telling you this to begin with,” Bethany quickly added. Unaware of the tiny amount of time, my thoughts had strayed away. “Miss. Alderson you know my policy,” I reminded her. I do not do matches with anyone that has a history of cheating. Even though Lucian has never technically cheated on a woman, due to the fact of having never been in a committed relationship in order for “cheating” to happen in the first place. There have been multiple accounts when he wa

I give my mother a dejected face. She is deceiving us. She had an illicit relationship with a stranger. Is this the rationale behind her request that I visit Zamiel's estate. She does not want me to witness her relationship with that individual, so why? Gosh. It defies belief. I had believed my mother had been quite dependable all this time, yet there it is. Because of her lust for someone, she pulled that ruse. I just don't believe her.

Then I grabbed my phone and dialed Ivan’s number. “Is my card still in one piece?” “Yes.” Bastard. “I admit, your faith in me is overwhelming.” “Your temper is awful when you’re offended. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the blue underwear incident.” “That was unexpected. So was this, but whatever. You are aware this breaks the rules, aren’t you?” He laughed. “Baby girl, we’ve already broken every rule we ever had. This is the most unconventional sex-only relationship in the history of the world.”

All while also distracting myself from the consequences of what my meddling meant for me. It was no secret that all the Princes of hell were the kind of attractive that had women backstabbing one another just to have a small taste. It was also no secret that Lilith had somehow managed to have a sexual relationship with all of them. It was crazy and something I had never fathomed doing, but the longer I spent in hell, the more desperate I became, and suddenly nothing was off the table.

“See you bent over with your stepdad’s cock buried in you. Does that make you wetter?” “Yes,” I admitted, voice shaking. “It does. Keep going. Please keep going.” He reached around and rubbed my clit while he thrust. I came hard against the railing, legs almost giving out, and he followed soon after, filling me again. We ordered room service but only ate half of it. Most of the time we were back in bed or against a wall or on the floor. Sleep came in short exhausted bursts between rounds. I would drift off with his arm around me and wake up to his mouth on my breast or his fingers already sliding between my legs. Conversation stayed low and charged, full of the things we could never say at h

It was time to let the cat out of the bag. What we had was nothing short of a taboo — an ethically and morally complicated relationship. A mentor and a student with an almost 20-year age gap, both adult men, both public figures, both married, yet entangled in something physical, something forbidden. It wasn’t just scandalous; it was dangerous. Because in the eyes of the Williams family, this wasn’t simply a mistake — it was a sin greater than any crime. To them, murder, betrayal, even brutality could be justified, excused, swept under the rug.

We were a picture of a cute romantic couple from the outside but only we knew, how many times I had to break before I admitted to myself that there was nothing in this relationship for me - no love, no respect, no trust, no understanding, no peace… not even hatred. This was a purely convenient relationship meant just for the convenience of my darling daughter. “Did you think I was going to let you go meet him by yourself?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “He is not going to hypnotise me into joining his cult or whatever in the eye of the public, Jackson.” I said. “And he is not going to hurt me physically either.” “I don't know. He is capable of anything. He might just do both that without any r