Taboo Sec Novels & Stories

we order a cab since we both would be getting drunk and probably wouldn't be able to handle the steering later. on getting to the club, you can hear the heavy sound of the best from the outside. Peace said whatever to the bouncer and they let us into the VIP section. immediately we entered, she recognise a few people, leaving me to myself. fucking idiot. I followed put behind her and find myself next to some hot dudes. ah! lucky me. Peace introduced me to her friends and we hit off almost immediately. Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys.

DAMON Tyler Brecken. The unmated male Rob mentioned. He’s heading straight for us with a confident smile. My wolf rises immediately. Mine. He needs to back off. “Hey, Tyler,” Maya says, but her eyes stay on me. Watching my reaction. “Save me a dance later?” Tyler asks, flashing her a smile. “Maybe.” He looks between us, sensing tension but not understanding it. “Alpha Kane. Good to see you.” I nod curtly, not trusting myself to speak without snarling.

“Some torture tool?” He smirked. “You’ll see.” “You didn’t tell me about all this,” I protested, sitting up a little, voice shaking. “I didn’t prepare to get tortured real bad… Please…” “Didn’t you read my description?” he said coolly, opening the box. Nipple clamps, flogger, vibrators, bottles of sauces, whipped cream—everything. “No… no…” I admitted, blushing hard. “Well, that’s on you, not on me.” His voice softened just a touch as he looked right into my eyes. “Safewords is ‘red.’ Say it, everything stops. This is consensual—your body, your choice. But if you stay, you submit.”

Following Callum . **** Tabby

"Not only do you want an open marriage, now you're thinking about a 'taboo' relationship too?" Nine years of being nominal siblings made it truly taboo. The faint sandalwood scent she had grown up with surrounded her, reminding her just how wrong her thoughts were. Heat rushed to Sydney's ears. She shoved Julian back into his seat. "What are you even thinking? Even if I dared to go for something taboo, I would never dare try it with you!" She didn't dare. The corner of Julian's mouth curved almost imperceptibly before he slipped back into his usual cold detachment. "There's no shortage of people lining up to have fun with me. You can wait your turn."

I don’t pull away, letting the moment linger. To anyone watching, we look like the perfect couple—polished, in love, untouchable. But inside, my head’s a mess, tangled with secrets. “Safe flight,” he says, then turns and walks off. I stand there, my lips tingling, my mind a mess. Jess nudges me, her grin wicked. “Well, that was intense,” she says as we head to the gate. “Seems like this Christmas is gonna be fun.”

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.