Taboo Sec Novels & Stories

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

Nicholas viciously snarled before turning around and leaving. "This is complicated……" Lucien confusingly murmured. "This is a taboo and couldn't be gently handled," Mr. Peter cruelly uttered. "What makes it a taboo, huh?" Mr. Philip spitefully glared at him. Tears were flowing down my cheeks because I knew that I couldn't come out of this condition in peace or alive. "Have you ever heard of this….." Mr. Peter meanly uttered. "And that makes it a taboo to you," Joyce mumbled.

'Anyone would get angry if it happened to them! She got into the car and started meddling with her phone, her head lowered. She was typing really fast. When the car stopped at her door, Molly took a long breath and hit the send button. Swoosh! Beep! Sean received a list of taboos on his WhatsApp. There were ten on the list, including alcohol, cigarette, spicy food, seafood, etc. Everything on the list was sent from Molly. He scanned through them and frowned. "This is detailed enough, right? If I catch you breaking it one more time, you can treat yourself! Avoid everything on the list at all costs, got it?" Molly ordered seriously.

“That’s blasphemy.” He just grinned. “Nah, it’s honesty. Everyone calls me the bad guy. But I see you, Mirabel. I see what’s underneath that habit.” Then, God help me... he casually palmed his crotch and rubbed himself through those tight jeans. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. He was… hard. And my panties? Instantly soaked. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm the heat rising in me. I looked away, my face was on fire.

The mirrors on the side wall reflected everything, my muscular body driving into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her full breasts bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust. “Look at the photos,” I growled, gripping her throat lightly. “Look at your dad’s face while I fuck you on his desk.” Isabella moaned louder, staring at the framed picture of her father shaking hands with some celebrity. The taboo made her pussy clench even tighter around me. “Harder!” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate him!” I pounded her mercilessly, the wet slapping sounds obscene in the quiet office. I flipped her over, bending her across the desk so she was facing the large window overlooking the gym floor. Any

Where the other capos have regular strip joints, nightclubs, and casinos, I own Paradiso, an adult club where everything goes as long as participating members sign an agreement. The club provides members with private rooms and every adult toy on the market at an exorbitant f*e. Even though I own a taboo club, I never partake. I’ve seen people do some weird shit to each other on the security cameras that are there to make sure no one dies on the premises. Milo pulls into the secure employee parking area behind the club, and after climbing out of the G-Wagon, I enter the building using the back entrance that’s guarded by two of my men.

What the hell kind of stuff did my dad write about? Inside that folder were literally dozens of documents. My hands were shaking as I slowly scrolled through them, reading the names of the files. It quickly dawned on me that this was not just any erotica. Every single title seemed to hint at some sort of "taboo" erotica. Maybe they were just like the one I had read the night before, about the owner's son and the intern. That was considered "forbidden" in many work environments. But no. These seemed different somehow. I finally chose one called "After School" and opened it.

I never would have ever thought I would, but I do. I glance toward Damon’s office door, and Tabby steps out, walking toward me. Her footsteps are heavy, and she glares at me, “I hope you learned your lesson!” she growls, “Next time, you will knock! You will be fired if you don’t! I hope you understand the rules!” she pauses, leaning closer to my ear, “I see how you look at him, skank, but he is mine! Back off!” I stare at her in shock, and Mike appears as she threatens me, “Tabby, what the fuck is your problem?” he asks through gritted teeth.

Ronan. "You can't keep someone from the Silverpine Pack here. It is a taboo." One of the elders from the further end argued. I pressed a hand on the mask, seething with anger. Not because of what he had just said, but because I should have been out of here a long time ago. "Educate me on why it is a fucking taboo." I gritted. The elder opened his mouth, then closed it, as though the words had suddenly thought better of escaping him. Smart.

"Rule number one: do not interrupt me when I am working. If my door is closed, you do not knock unless the house is on fire." Javed nodded. "Standard corporate behavior. Got it." "Rule number two: no bringing strangers into this house. David mentioned you like to frequent the local nightlife. Whatever you do on your own time is your business, but I do not want random men from the city wandering around my property." Javed’s jaw tightened. "I have a little more class than that, Martin, but noted." "And rule number three," Martin continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous, velvety low. His dark eyes drilled into Javed’s. "No flirting with me. No lingering glances, no accidental touches, and n