Taboo Books Novels & Stories

Food, clothes, sometimes even things that should've raised eyebrows. But one thing that remained completely off limits, were girls. Ironically, it wasn't because of some sacred bro-code or glaring red label. We simply had violently different tastes. Damian was wild. So he liked girls that fit that narrative. Dangerous curves, lustful eyes, and bodies built for sin. I, on the other hand, craved the innocent ones… or those that pretended to be either way. Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine:

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

"Stop it. That's ridiculous." "I'm completely serious!" she insisted. "Live a little! This is literally the craziest, most out-of-character thing you've ever done in your entire life. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now. A little bit of chaos. A little bit of something... taboo and different." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

I felt my cheeks burn as I took him in. Brian had chosen a delicate baby pink lace babydoll that barely reached the top of his thighs. Underneath, sheer pink panties hugged his ass, the front stretched tight over his clearly hard cock. He wore matching stockings with little bows at the top and had slipped on the spare set of 40D breasts. The soft pink color against his masculine frame created a deliciously taboo contrast. “Fuck, Brian…” I breathed, my inner wolf growling deeply. “You look incredible.”

We just pretend it never happened? …I don’t know what else to do. Your father would never understand. Then we don’t tell him. …You know it doesn’t work that way. Secrets like that always come out.* I want to scream. Want to throw my phone across the room. Instead I type: *I don’t care. I want you anyway.* The three dots appear and disappear for a solid two minutes. Finally: *You’re going to drive me insane, little wolf.* *Good. Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn.

She said as she stood up and walked away. And that was how I went to Eva’s place that night. I needed to explain and I needed her to hear me. But when I got there, I stopped. I heard moaning sounds coming out of her apartment as I froze. Through the window, I saw them. Eva and Daniel with Eva Sitting on his laps as he ran his hands through her body while they kissed. They weren't having sex but they were both half naked. Something dark twisted inside me. My jaw clenched. My hands shook. And it was at that moment I knew I was standing at the edge of something dangerous.

Then he opened me with slick fingers and his eyes on mine, and when he pushed in it was raw and deep and not a closet. He fucked me with a pulse under the roughness. Still hard enough that the frame knocked. Still talking. Not rival-scoring now. Claiming. I kept my eyes open. That was the surrender, more than the words. The room was ordinary. A lamp I never used. A crack in the plaster. Caleb Reed between my legs, looking at me like the account had never been the whole point.