Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

He licked his lips, still looking. I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric. “Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again,” Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement. “No. I'm your big sister.” I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

“She’s going to make some wolf very happy someday. Probably sooner than I’d like.” My wolf snarls. *That wolf will be us. No one else.* “Any prospects?” I hear myself ask. “A few unmated males sniffing around. Tyler Brecken seems interested. He’s from good bloodlines, strong fighter.” Rob shrugs. “But Maya doesn’t seem interested in any of them. Says she’s not ready.” *Because she wants me. Because she’s been waiting for me.* The thought makes me want to beat my chest and howl.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

“I mean, I was just saying. She added, dragging my hands in hers. C’mon let’s go inside. I followed suit, involving her in a conversation. “Babe, guess what! Sophia's brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Spill the beans, Christy, what’s going on?” “I met this handsome godly temptation of a man”, I continued. Sophia’s eyes widened. “A man? She repeated. “That you had to describe him this way?” I nudged her again. Grinning. While Sophia didn’t genuinely crave intimate relationships with men, she acknowledged that the practical necessity of such encounters was solely for the aim of conception. I continued with my story anyway. “He is a massage therapist. ”Chief brought him in to hel

"I realized Mrs. Gable forgot to leave these for you. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed." I held out the stack of towels. Olise stepped closer to take them. As his fingers brushed against mine, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight up my arm. He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted downward. He wasn't looking at the towels. My charcoal silk robe had loosened when I walked up the stairs, the lapels parting to reveal the bare expanse of my chest down to my stomach. Olise’s eyes traced the opening. His chest rose and fell in a shallow, uneven rhythm, his lips parting slightly. He was staring at me with a raw, unfiltered hunger that made the air in the hallway

There was a moment of tight resistance; she clenched, a sharper gasp escaped her, and then he was inside, fully, buried to the hilt in a heat that seemed to consume him alive. They both froze. The air rushed out of their lungs in a single thud. Her eyes widened, locked on his, capturing the expression of pure ecstasy and pure horror he knew was stamped across his face. It was the final violation of a taboo, and the final fulfillment of a desire. It was the place from which there was no return. And then they began to move.