Taboo Books Novels & Stories

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

Humans had banned books from their own schools for lesser reasons. I got up from the desk and poured myself another drink, making my way over to the tall mantle above the fireplace, gazing into the glowing embers of the dying fire and lost in my questions. Had it been too far to ban Nyllan’s first book? The one that bore the seedling? That first research had marked the start of Nyllan’s career and his potential as an herbalist. Was that too extreme? The contents of his second book were controversial, breaching ethics on many fronts. The contents of his last book–the true fourth volume–were never circulated, but immediately condemned. And since the reality of a third volume was never confirme

It appeared in every member of their bloodline. But the book didn't say much else, just that the family was important once. Long ago. I brought the book to the librarian. "Can you tell me more about this family?" The librarian's face went pale when she saw the page. "Where did you find this?" "In the archives. Who were they?" "I can't discuss this." She closed the book quickly. "Why not?" "It's a taboo subject. We don't talk about them." "But why?!" "I'm sorry. I can't help you." She walked away, taking the book with her.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pants were soaked, my cock aching and throbbing inside my shorts, leaking pre-cum against the fabric. A heavy wave of guilt crashed over me instantly. I sat on the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. How could I dream about something I’d claimed to hate so much? I spent the next hour trying to ignore the heat pooling in my blood, but the curiosity was a sickness. I pulled up my phone, researching sex clubs, power dynamics, and the exact things I’d seen in that room. The more I read, the more I realized my anger hadn't been about disgust, it had been about fear of how much I actually wanted it.

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

Scarlett told herself she wasn’t going back to his penthouse. Yet there she was, two hours later, standing in the middle of Dominic Kane’s glass-walled lair again. The city glittered outside, but all she could see was the sleek black leather case sitting open on the counter. Inside lay rows of objects she didn’t want to name — vibrators, cuffs, plugs, paddles, straps. Her stomach knotted. “What the fuck is that?” Dominic poured himself a drink, not even looking at her. “That, sweetheart, is what’s going to teach your body who it belongs to.”

he muttered under his breath, unaware that tomorrow would unravel everything and turn his carefully balanced world upside down. *AUTHOR’S NOTE* This novel contains extreme taboo content and is strictly forbidden for younger audiences. BDSM, spicy scenes, threesomes, and erotic content will appear in unexpected chapters. Please note, there are no rape scenes. Enjoy the read!

Kai watched Damon's long fingers hover over the textbook. The professor's hands were large, with a light dusting of dark hair across the back. Kai couldn't stop staring. Those fingers looked powerful enough to pin someone down, yet they moved with surprising gentleness over the pages. Damon leaned closer, explaining the literary analysis in that deep, calm voice. "The metaphor here represents repressed desire. Notice how the author uses the imagery of chains to show internal conflict." Kai nodded, but he wasn't listening. His mind kept drifting to Damon's lips from the day before, how close their faces had been. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the page instead of the heat buildi

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.