Taboo Romance Books Novels & Stories

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

In the brutal heat of a high rise construction site, 39 years old Foreman Marcus Kane rules with an iron fist and a body forged from years of hard labor. When 24 years old cocky new worker Tyler Brooks joins the crew, their instant clash of wills explodes into raw, forbidden lust. What begins as harsh discipline on the scaffolding quickly turns into secret, sweat-soaked claiming in cranes, unfinished floors, and locked equipment rooms. With the constant danger of falling from heights or getting caught by the crew, their taboo relationship pushes both men to the edge... power, jealousy, rough hands, and overwhelming need collide in the most dangerous workplace romance imaginable

Forbidden Pleasures Forbidden Obsession 14 Dangerous Secrets The day immediately following the horrific moment Victoria caught the two of us raw on the living room couch, the atmosphere inside the massive estate felt incredibly heavy, suffocating, and deathly quiet. Stephen refused to let me out of his sight, holding my trembling body exceptionally close to his chest for the greater part of the morning hours. He pressed soft kisses against my forehead dozens of times, whispering in his deep, gravelly voice that everything was going to be perfectly fine. But despite his calm words, I could see a dark, swirling current of worry hiding within the depths of his piercing gray eyes. His older sist

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

When the call ended, she let the phone fall on the bed, Her body trembled, this time not from Tristan but from the fear and dread eating at her inside. End. ⚠️ Reader Alert: Things get wild, the following chapters after this contains LGBTQ+ romance, harem/reverse harem dynamics, and explicit sexual content including gang bangs. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed only if mature content is okay for you. (Sex With My professor) The lecture hall hummed with low chatter until the heavy iron doors swung open, the sound cut through the room, pulling every eye toward the man striding in. Professor Ethan Metch.

My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward. I am twenty-eight years old and I have never been kissed. Not truly. I work at St. Agnes Library, a quiet brick building across the street from Sin & Salvation Tattoo. Every day for the past six months I have watched her from the circulation desk. Lucia Valdez. She stands outside her shop in the late afternoons, cigarette between her fingers, dark hair pulled into a messy knot that reveals the shaved underside and the trail of tiny black stars inked along her scalp. Her arms are

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

There was no control left, no corporate dignity, no restraint only the raw, unadulterated friction of skin against skin, framed by the cold glass of the high rise window overlooking the silent city below. Julian's breath came in frantic, shallow hitches, his entire body trembling violently under the heavy, relentless pressure of their combined weight and touch. The power dynamic in the room was electric neither Marc nor Leo willing to yield control to the other, with Julian caught right in the center, completely consumed by the relentless storm they created together on the silk sheets. "Stay right here," Leo whispered against Julian's lips, his dark eyes locking onto Julian's blown-out pupil