Secrets Of Us: A Forbidden Love Romance Novels & Stories

The shock of it paralyzed my will to push away. A traitorous spark ignited deep within. With a gasp I didn’t recognize as my own, I kissed him back. My lips moved in sync with his, the anger melting into a desperate, equal intensity. A wave of sensation crashed over me. He was everywhere,the hard plane of his chest, the heat of his hands. It was a battle and a surrender, a furious, silent conversation only our bodies understood. The world dissolved into feeling. Every boundary we had meticulously built vaporized in that touch. This was not tenderness; it was a claiming, an acknowledgment of a forbidden truth that had simmered between us for too long.

It was fun. Taking out my phone, I called the familiar name and waited for him to answer. "Yes?" Alessio's voice was oddly blank. He lost the love of his life a few months ago, I wouldn't blame him. What happened to him and Thea was unfair, really. I felt bad for him. He had been broken before, with that Liza or something like that girl. Apparently, she was working for the Mexican mafia and was also cheating on him. My brother lost it that day, he tortured the girl right in front of me in the worst ways possible. I remember taking part in it as well by cutting her fingers off one by one.

I am married,that to a innocent soul. She is My wife. My Wife. It sounds alien to me. But I have to reveal everything about me. I can't ruin her life keeping her in dark. I have to share my secret to her which I hidden from my family. Then only I can move forward my life with her. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. Sounds cool to me. ----------

he said and pinched my palms. "Tyler, are you willing to love me despite my dark secrets?" I asked him and his head tilted. "What dark secrets? Why do you need to keep it from me when you can trust me. If you're keeping a big secret then I'll respect it, I will not interfere," he said. I shook my head and looked away. "It's hard, that's why love is forbidden for us, it's because we can be put in danger when we trust someone that can betray us," I said while looking outside the glass.

"We belong to each other and you will learn that.." I moan in pleasure as he begins to move his hips. "Tomorrow when we elope." He growls as he begins to fuck me wildly, his free hand gliding up my back, over my shoulder and he wraps his long fingers around the base of my throat. "In secret," He pants wildly. "You'll be known as Mila Burak. My wife. My queen..."

Bianca's pulse quickened as the dark room suddenly became brightly lit. She closed her eyes and prayed in silence. "Did anyone forget to close this door? Why was it left open? Juan must have been careless this time, because he was too busy...hahaha...” A deep voice echoed through the cold room, then the sound of shoes getting closer and closer to Bianca. “Oh…God…” Bianca screamed inwardly, as the deep voiced man drew closer to her hiding place. The man looked around the large room and walked over to the countless piles of money.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but our love and the promise of a future together, free from the pain and sorrow that had kept us apart for so long. " Lea, I love you! " I whispered. She looked up at me, "I love you too, Jake. But..." "No buts," I interrupted gently kissing her again. "We'll figure this out. We'll make it work. I promise.Somehow.Any how. Like you want it to work. " She nodded, resting her head against my chest. "Okay," she whispered. "We'll try... but before anything... I need to tell you something... I don't know if I should have told you earlier... I can't hide it anymore. You need to know. "

Granted, the unfortunate truth of the large amount of those significant others who would not remain faithful was horrendously heartbreaking, but the true loves always waited. They found their one; their person. They would wait until the world ended if they had to, to be together again. That was the best kind of love. Juliet wanted that kind of love more than anything in the world. If it wasn't his job, it had to be something else. He looked and sounded normal. She immediately worried that it was something that she wasn't able to see, something behind closed doors that deterred women. Was it a fetish that she was going to have to live with?

“That’s a way to say thank you to your Secretary that helped you choose the perfect flowers for your girl?“ She teased and I rolled my eyes. “You didn’t help me choose the flowers, I know sunflowers are her favorites so I sent you to help me purchase them and deliver them to her place,” I corrected and she scoffed, when it was a little sane, I asked. “Did you wait around to see her reaction? Was she excited or just indifferent?” Sabrina was quiet. “I won’t tell you that, sir. I believe there may be love in there somewhere but this is an unhealthy obsession and I won’t fuel it. Allow the young lady to catch her breath, you’re smoldering her.”

Each withdrawal left me empty and aching, and each thrust forward filled me so perfectly I saw stars. The washing machine vibrated beneath my palms, adding a low buzz that traveled straight to my clit. His hand slid around to find it anyway—rubbing firm, steady circles while he fucked me from behind. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Being bent over in your own house, taking your father-in-law’s cock while your husband showers upstairs.” I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Say it.” “I love it,” I gasped. “I love your cock… I love being your dirty little secret…”