Illicit Relationship Novels & Stories

I let out a sigh as I kept watching Alaric approach us. Ariana was right; it was allowed to have sexual relationships outside the mate bond, but any romantic relationship was frowned upon because when the supposed couples found their mates, they were expected to end it. But if they continued, then they were forbidden partners, cheating on their real mates. I didn't want to view it that way because of the pride I had. I didn't want to see it as I was the one dumped for another woman. He had been with Lily longer than we had been mates. It was a fact I had long accepted.

How they rationalized it, normalized it, convinced themselves that what they were doing wasn't really abuse. The article described a case study of a man who'd been in a relationship with someone he'd first been intimate with when they were underage. The man claimed he loved his partner, that their relationship was real and consensual. But psychologists argued that any relationship that began with child abuse could never truly be consensual. That the power imbalance, the initial violation, tainted everything that came after.

The beautiful lady continued to gaze at the horizon through the window, hoping Aaron would speak again. "If they see me with you, they'll investigate until they get something concrete. Your life will be a hell, and your privacy will be completely compromised. People will talk about your morals, your dignity... I face these situations more often than I'd like, and I don't want to give reasons to reinforce them," he concluded. There was a minute of silence in the car. "Are all your relationships contractual?" she whispered. "Yes." Elena thought about what that expression meant. Having some kind of lover, but with rules of coexistence. Acting as if they were friends, as if they had something to

It’s been a couple of weeks since Nico, Violetta, and I have all agreed to be a united force to reckon with. It seems insane to think the three of us are going to do this let alone make it truly work. In the normal world what we are doing being in this poly type relationship would probably be frowned on by most people. However, this is the illegal underworld and there aren’t many rules if any at all. There’s an advantage to being in the underworld, one that I don’t think VIoletta appreciates yet.

He suddenly walked towards the door and locked it making me a little bit anxious. He took out his wallet and he showed me a card that says Illicit on it. He's proving himself as the member of The Illicit. The Illicit was known to be the strongest foundation of Europe. They're really good at business and make connections with a lot of countries. They're clearly a part of the elites who has a lot of privilege in every corner. "Ah.. you know the Illicit huh?" He said and I bet he's judging by my reaction. "I can tell everyone that you are the member of Illicit." I said seriously and looked at him coldly.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

I froze when she kisses me unexpectedly, her arms were anchored around my neck and my arms automatically pull her to me forgetting that we were not alone and that it would be the beginning of a chaos. —I wait for you inside, honey. She leaves, the media follows her, but she is so elusive that she managed to shake them off, I don't know how, but she did it. When I realized what had happened, I reacted, cursing inside because I had made a mistake. —What's going on Mr. Santoro, is she your new conquest? —Who was the girl, Mr. Santoro? They are engaged .... They are dating... —Mr. Santoro, please answer us, they are in a relationship, that's why she called him so intimate.

Better she think I missed her than know the truth—that I was suting over her daughter, my daughter. "You should go back to work. My apology for dusturbing you," I said quickly before hanging up the phone. I collapsed onto the bed, trying to get some sleep, when another call came through. It was Timothy. "Any updates?" I mumbled. "For Emily Campbell, I found one, sir," Timothy said. "I've found out that her present work overseas is connected to underground criminal activities." I sat up straight, suddenly wide awake. "Tell me everything you know," I demanded.

replied Grayson. Oh my god, I wanted to shut Grayson up at least for a moment until the situation calmed down. He was really adding fuel to the fire in this already heated situation. "Okay, so what I can gather from your explanation is that you had an illicit relationship with your therapist. But because you didn't want it to cause her problems, you ended up lying that she was your fated mate. You didn't introduce her to the public because you didn't want her to be vilified for your illicit relationship. Is that right?"

One line stood out with chilling clarity— "Should either party engage in an 'improper relationship' with a member of the opposite sex prior to the dissolution of the bond, this agreement shall be rendered null and void." At the time, it had seemed like nothing more than a safeguard—something to ensure loyalty. Even reasonable. But now— A low, uneasy growl rumbled in my chest. No. It wasn't a safeguard. It was a trap. In the werewolf world, "improper relationship" has never been clearly defined. A mingling of scents. The trace of another's pheromones. Even a fleeting moment of lost control— Any of it could be twisted, magnified, turned into something else entirely.