Taboo Books Novels & Stories

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

There were some old paperbacks and a couple of text books, nothing interesting really, but I continued to take the books out to see everything and then near the very bottom I found it. "Oh my god." I whispered, as I removed the black leather journal from the box. The Taboo diary as Mark had always called it, that I had kept off and on for close to ten years. The book was written entirely in Latin and chronicled in detail many of our forbidden sexual exploits. Even Mark had written a few of the earlier entries. I had thought I had lost this when Tommy had broken off our engagement and I moved back here for awhile just before going to Chicago.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

The corporate environment only made the forbidden nature of what we were doing infinitely more intoxicating. During the day, we played our parts perfectly. I handed him briefs, scheduled his investor meetings, and greeted his clients. But beneath the professional facade, the air was constantly burning. It was in the lingering, secret glances he threw at me from across the boardroom table while his executives argued over profit margins. It was in the way his eyes would slowly trace the fit of my button-down shirts when he thought I wasn't looking. It was in the deliberate, accidental brushing of our fingers every single time I handed him a folder.

“I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.” He was visibly taken aback, his body tensing under my touch. I could sense that he was surprised that I read his books. He probably still saw me as the innocent young girl he once knew. “Aby…” he warned, his voice rough. But I didn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He could definitely taste the alcohol on me — whiskey and desperation. I moaned softly into the kiss, rubbing my palm mor

The heavy oak door of Suite 1804 slammed shut behind them, cutting off the muted Murmur of the hotel corridor and plunging them into near total darkness, lit only by the golden grid of the city skyline pouring through the floor to ceiling windows. There was no transition, no polite conversation, and no easing into the dynamic. The moment the lock clicked into place, Marc’s hands were on Julian, pinning his wrists against the smooth timber of the door with an intensity that sent a violent, intoxicating shock straight down Julian’s spine.

Naomi also wanted to have her hands on one of those forbidden books but she dared not to. 'Why is Lisa displaying those forbidden books in these shelves?' Naomi couldn't help but ask herself out of curiousity. Despite being curious, she didn't dare to ask Lisa about it. After all, she was in no position to ask and it isn't her business in the first place. She was continously browsing for books but when she reached the end of the shelf, something caught her attention. It was a tainted gold covered book in the corner of the shelf. She went to grab it and was satisfied with the book. The book title was "Art of Medicine".

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"I was wondering if you’d like to join me there." The air between us thickened, charged with something unspoken. I could see the flicker of contemplation in her eyes, the way her breath caught just a moment longer than before. The laugh lines around her eyes softened, morphing into a vibrant curiosity. "What’s so special about the Red Room?" “Well,” I said, leaning even closer, my voice a low murmur. “It's a place where inhibitions can be tossed aside, where you can surrender completely to desire. Just the two of us, away from the crowd."