Taboo Books Romance Novels & Stories

I nodded my head with a needy smile, not being in a state to reply or form a word. “Especially Emma." His daughter and my best friend's name was like a bucket of cold water, but the taboo nature of our tryst only fanned the flames of my arousal. I met his intense gaze, a wicked smile playing on my kiss-swollen lips. "Never," I promised breathlessly. "It’ll always be our little secret." That seemed to snap the last of Charles's restraint. He crushed his lips to mine in a bruising, hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, my moans swallowed by his fierce kiss. Our kiss was all-consuming, tongues entwined in an erotic dance.

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—-

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

The taboo of it hit me like a drug. “You’re insane,” I whispered, closing and locking the door behind me. Isabella smiled wickedly, spreading her legs wider on the desk. “Then come punish me, Coach.” I crossed the room in three strides and kissed her brutally. Our tongues fought as I shoved the suit jacket off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. I sucked hard on her neck, then moved down to devour her breasts…sucking, biting, and licking her stiff nipples while she moaned loudly, not caring how much noise she made.

Elizabeth Prenter. That is the name on the door of my sleek corner office, the one that commands respect the moment people step inside. Am I evil? I do not think so. Everyone makes their own choices. Free will and all that. I simply enjoy the thrill of temptation too much to resist it. Married men, married women, people locked in relationships. There is something intoxicating about seducing them, peeling back their carefully built lives layer by layer until they are panting for me, risking everything for just one taste. Maybe I collect weak-willed souls. Maybe I am just addicted to the hunt. Either way, it is what I do.

He paused in the doorway, watching me for a moment before speaking. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. I nodded, pulling my legs closer to make space. Instead of sitting on the other end, he sat in the middle, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “What are you reading?” he asked, glancing at the book in my hands. “Just a romance novel,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Victor smiled softly. “Anything interesting?” I shrugged. “The usual. Forbidden love, complicated feelings, people wanting things they shouldn’t…”

The warm water helped to soothe Penelope's muscles and she leaned back against Liam's chest with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his strong arms around her. As they soaked in the tub, Liam couldn't resist the temptation and started to caress her thighs, which led to a steamy session that lasted for a while. After their intimate moment, they continued with their bath and washed each other's hair. Penelope felt like she was in heaven, being pampered by the man she loved.

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Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

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.