Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

I reply, my fingers trembling as I type. My body is gradually reacting, and I’m lost in the fantasy—snowy nights, his hands, no rules. This is my escape, where I don’t have to be perfect Zara, the girl who’s got it all together. A key turns in the lock, and Jess’s voice snaps me back. “Zara, you better not still be texting that creep when I’ve got pizza!” I laugh, locking my phone fast, but not before ShadowWolf’s latest message flashes: I’d taste every inch of you. My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Trapped Forever- A twisted Happily Ever After. Hope you enjoy reading!!

SEX STARVED HOUSEWIFE & HER STEPSON _____________________ Sabrina My thighs moved against each other, rubbing my sensitive clit and a moan almost slipped past my lips. I was so damn horny. Probably shouldn't have read that spicy book my best friend, Sloane, recommended last week but I was bored. And the sex scenes had been filthy, dirty—god, I wanted that for myself. It’s been months since Graham touched me and over three years since I've last had pleasurable sex.

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

Each stroke sent sparks racing up my leg, straight to my core. “Are you?” he asked, his voice low and husky, meant only for me. “Ye… yes,” I muttered, barely audible. Why was he asking? I had already told him over text. Tension thickened the air between us as his hand continued its ascent, sliding higher with slow, intentional purpose. His fingertips brushed the edge of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin there. Alexia couldn’t stand the sight any longer. It was obvious something inappropriate was unfolding. She stood abruptly, smoothed down her dress with sharp, irritated movements, and walked away without another word.

I watched the front of his trousers tighten rapidly as he grew hard right in front of me, the thick outline of his cock becoming impossible to miss. My eyes widened. I was still touching myself, too far gone to stop, my fingers glistening as I stared at him standing in my living room. Julian slowly closed the door behind him without saying a word, his eyes locked on the exact place where my hand was moving. My face burned with pure embarrassment. The second Julian’s eyes locked on me, I tried to snap my legs shut and pull my hand away. I felt exposed, caught, and completely mortified. My heart was racing so hard I could hear it in my ears.