Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

she says panting quietly and I pull out my fingers from between her legs. I want to lick it too and know what she tastes like but…I need to be the voice of reasoning between the both of us. “What we just did is a taboo…we shouldn't do it again” I say to her and before she can respond, dad parks the car. “Liam and Gianna, you'll share a tent” dad says. We already knew, but hearing it again after what we just did speaks of a lot of forbidden things waiting for us.

Her brother, thankfully, was out with friends—some last-minute poker night. Good. She padded into the living room, heading straight for the bookshelf Adrian always hovered around. His collection was huge, but it was the bottom shelf she wanted—dark red spines, old bindings. Erotica, classic and poetic. She’d seen the way his eyes lingered on those books when he thought no one was watching. Her fingers brushed one of the worn covers: Venus in Furs. She smirked. Just as she was settling onto the couch with it—tucked into the far corner, legs curled beneath her—she heard a door open.

I trembled when his lips fell to the base of my neck. Truth be told, I had enjoyed every sizzling moment with him. It was so different. Perhaps that was why it was called a sin and a taboo. And that was the reason I couldn't sleep a wink, the memories replayed itself for a million times. And I wanted him again but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Logic was useless to me. I was fighting against him while emotion was gaining ground. Uncle Wilton turned me on in way other man had ever done.

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“It’s a sin.” “Sin?” He scoffed softly, a low, husky sound. “Or liberation? Who decides what’s holy and what’s profane, Mary? Is it a book? Or is it the undeniable truth of your own body?” His fingers tangled in the edge of her wimple, tugging gently, drawing her closer. “Let’s find out.”

“I love your cock. I’ve wanted this since our first meeting. Fuck me harder, Mr. Blackwood. Please.” He gave it to me. Hard. Raw. Animalistic. The desk shook under us as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke. The risk was insane. His fiancée, Isabella, was literally downstairs finalizing flower arrangements for their ceremony. If she walked in right now, everything would explode. That only made it hotter. Mr. Blackwood reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, rough circles. “Come for me, baby. Come on the groom’s cock while his bride is downstairs picking roses for their wedding.”

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

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—-

"Condition number one, no interfering with each other's personal lives. What we do is in bed and bed only. Two, no sleeping with others while we are fuck buddies. Let's keep it clean and between just the two of us. If any of us sleep around, this, what we have, is over,” I said and he didn't even think about it. "Deal,” he said almost immediately. "Okay. Deal,” I said. "Now, my turn,” he said and instead of speaking like I had expected, he walked towards the table that was cluttered with flowers and the packed food containers and bags and he retrieved a book from one of the bags.

“I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.” He was visibly taken aback, his body tensing under my touch. I could sense that he was surprised that I read his books. He probably still saw me as the innocent young girl he once knew. “Aby…” he warned, his voice rough. But I didn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He could definitely taste the alcohol on me — whiskey and desperation. I moaned softly into the kiss, rubbing my palm mor