Taboo Dog Mga Nobela at Kwento

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"

At another Sunday dinner at the Bellandi estate, Luca Bellandi's assistant, Ava Marino, was sitting in my seat. It was the first chair to Luca's right at the long walnut table, the seat everyone in Chicago's underworld knew belonged to Mrs. Bellandi. Ava sat there as if she had been born into it, her pale wrist brushing Luca's sleeve while she poured his wine. I stood in the doorway and looked at him. "She's in my seat. You don't have anything to say?" Luca raised his eyes. "You were late. Don't blame someone else for sitting down first. There are empty chairs over there. Sit if you want. If not, get out." The dining room went dead quiet, and before I could answer, his thoughts slipped into my ears. [Vivi, don't go. Come sit beside me. Tell them it's your seat. Tell me you still want to be my wife.] [Please get mad. Please care. Say you need me, and I'll give you the whole world.] In the past, those soft, trembling thoughts would have been enough. I would've swallowed the insult and stayed beside him like a loyal dog that didn't know when to leave. This time, I didn't. I slipped the wedding ring off my finger and laid it on the table. "If the Bellandi family can't even keep a wife's seat for me, then I guess this family doesn't need a wife anymore. Luca, let's get divorced."

18 Explicit raw content. ️ WARNING : this is raw, shameless porn in written form, read at your own risk . This collection contains steamy, dirty raw stories with forbidden kinky desires including rough sex, gay sex, milfs sex, teen sex, forbidden taboo relationships. ****. He begins thrusting in and out roughly, faster as the bed creaks and the head board hits the wall. I felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”

Terra, a lost Omega in her pack, has always understood her station—below everyone else. But despite being at the bottom of the food chain, she's loved and adored, particularly when a lost boy named Damian comes to their territories. Having no memory of who he is, Damian finds solace in Terra, and she in him. They form a connection that's full of promise and hope for a future that's hers at last—until it all falls apart. Damian starts to transform. He is distant and cold, attracted to a different girl who seems to understand him in ways Terra never had. The pain of the betrayal is bad enough, but the worst pain is the mystery of his true nature. Who is Damian, truly? And why did he leave the passion they shared so readily? Determined to find out what is going on, Terra calls for the assistance of her loyal best friend, Bryan. The search leads to an astonishing discovery: Damian is the offspring of Delton, the infamous Alpha of the Lunar Pack. With this discovery, Terra hatches a daring plan—gain Delton's trust to find out more about Damian and determine how to reclaim him. But the scheme goes awry in the most unlikely way. Delton is not what she expected. He's powerful, and forceful, and awakens a side of Terra she never realized she possessed. As their taboo desire intensifies, Terra is torn between two powerful attachments—her past love for Damian, and the allure of the Alpha who is off-limits. What begins as a journey for reclaimed love becomes something sinister. The more Delton Terra finds out, the more she understands that she might have been pursuing the wrong man—and the wrong fate—entirely.

“You’re just a whore disguising under your church teachings. So fucking greedy that you had to spread your pussy for my son after I’ve wrecked your sweet, tight hole.” Eli sneered into my ears. “Tell me, who fucks you better? Me or my son?” Raised in a strict church orphanage, twenty-year-old Iris St. Luke knew nothing about the world. She accepted a job as a live-in maid at the Hawthorne mansion just to escape—but she walked straight into a trap of pure sin. The Hawthorne family owned everything, and they answered to no one. Eli Hawthorne was the monstrous, billionaire head of the house. He didn't care about her holy background. The moment he caught Iris soaking wet in her uniform, he forced her to confess her deepest desires—and took her right there on his desk. But one devil wasn't enough. Dr. Liam Hawthorne was Eli’s brilliant, deceitful son and heir. Under the guise of helping Iris study medicine, he used his hands and his wicked smile to trap her mind, making it impossible for her to say no to his touch. Soon, Iris was a helpless maid by day and the secret plaything of both father and son by night. She knew she was going straight to hell, but she was too addicted to their rough touch, power, and shared obsession to ever run away. Content Warning: This book is dark, highly taboo, and completely shameless. If you are ready to watch a maid get beautifully ruined by a billionaire father and his son... flip the page. Happy reading!

If the idea of the man who should protect you instead pinning you down and claiming every hole makes you squirm, close this book immediately and find something tame. But if your panties are already soaked and your pulse is racing at the thought of forbidden hands on your body… then spread those pages like a good little slut and keep going. This isn’t sweet. This isn’t slow. These stories throw innocent young women straight into the fire—defiant brats broken by the commanding cocks of their dominant stepdads, possessive stepbrothers, hungry step-uncles, dominant fathers-in-law, reclaiming ex-dads, and their father’s best friends. Expect rough throat-fucking that leaves mascara running down flushed cheeks. Expect tight virgin asses stretched wide and pounded mercilessly. Expect fertile little pussies pumped full of thick, risky creampies while they growl filthy promises: “Daddy’s going to knock you up, princess. Fill that womb until you’re carrying my baby.” Sneaking around while Mom sleeps down the hall. Risky quickies that could get them caught any second. Blackmail, power games, and total surrender. These alpha men don’t ask—they take. They train eager mouths, claim every hole, and mark their territory with load after load of hot cum. Breeding. Deepthroat. Anal. Degradation. DDLG. BDSM. Raw, unprotected taboo fucking that leaves trembling thighs sticky and minds completely wrecked. If the thought of being owned, ruined, and bred by the men who raised you makes your cunt clench… welcome home, babygirl. Your men are already hard and waiting.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy… I need you to ruin me.” My broken plea spilled out as Ryan drove into me relentlessly, his thick cock stretching me to the edge of pain, his rough palm cracking against my ass while he yanked my hair back. “That’s my filthy little princess,” he growled against my ear, slamming deeper until I shattered around him. “I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy raw, choke you till you see stars, breed you till you’re dripping my cum down your thighs. Beg for it louder, baby girl—tell Daddy how much you want to be marked, owned, completely fucking destroyed.” Ava Carter’s carefully ordered world cracked the day she moved back into her dad’s house after college and a soul-crushing year of dead-end jobs. Heart bruised from a toxic ex, confidence shattered after a rejection letter, she accepted the only offer that came—personal assistant to Ryan Hale, her father’s best friend and the dangerously hot architect who’d always been off-limits. One late night at the office turns into forbidden fire. He takes her roughly, whispering dark promises while old threats resurface. Will she surrender everything to the man who protects and possesses her? Or will the scorching taboo finally burn them both? “Good girl. Now swallow every last drop like you were made for it.”