The Off Limits Rule Novels & Stories

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

“Forget? Cute. I still remember how soaked you were before I even touched you. How you moaned my name like a desperate little slut while I fucked you senseless against that window.” “How tight your pussy felt clenching around my cock when you came the third time.” Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I clenched my jaw hard. “Damon, stop. We’re step-siblings now. This is wrong. Completely off limits.” He turned his head slightly, staring at me with cool, bad-boy confidence. No shame. Just raw hunger. “I don’t do off limits, Cassy. Especially not when I have to live in the same house as the girl I still want to fuck every single day.”

"Starting next month, we're enforcing a last-place elimination rule. If you can't keep up, you're out. Division Two isn't here to support slackers!" That put an end to the matter.

"I hope your men are aware of our rules." "I never knew there was one," Prince Jarod said as he glanced at me, smiling. "Yes, there is. No fighting, no getting in the way of my staff or members, no lurking around at night, no arguing with my pack members, and the west and north wings are off-limits," I told him. "How long do you plan on staying?" I asked the question again. "Three days." "Two. That's the limit," I told him firmly. I had no intention of letting him stay in my pack for three days.

"Rule number one: You stay absolutely still as long as I am playing with you. Later when I fuck you, you are allowed to move and touch as you like" "Rule number two: You can't talk. You are allowed to make all the sounds of pleasure you like and you are allowed to say my name, but nothing else". He looked at her and she nodded to show that she got it. His hands were stroking her thighs slowly. "And rule number three: You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand all the rules ? And you are allowed to answer my question". "Yes sir, I understand. I will do my very best". Amber just wanted him to fuck her, she couldn’t wait to feel that big hard cock inside her. To be his.

That's why I intervened—before their tension escalated into another screaming match. "A foot massage?" I arched a brow. "When did that happen?" "You beat me three times sparring last week," Phoenix leaned against the counter. "Pay up, Wilder." I crossed my arms. "Before you cheated with the leg sweep." "Illegal move," Jack muttered, drying an already clean plate with sudden interest. "Hence my reparations offer!" Phoenix spread his hands. "Come on, you know you want to." He was wrong—but the exhaustion weighing me down (three missed MMA classes felt like withdrawal) finally won over pride. "Fine," I exhaled. "But wander those hands, and I break fingers."

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.” We kissed like the world might end if we stopped, slow and exploratory one moment, urgent and breathless the next. His free hand slid down my side, stopping respectfully at my waist, but the heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of my hoodie. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, Damien rested his forehead against mine. “This changes nothing,” he said hoarsely. “You’re still off limits. Marcus would kill me. Your parents would never forgive me.”

he said. “Don’t get emotional,” Marcus said. “I can’t handle it before the leftovers.” Damon’s mouth moved. “I mean it,” Marcus said. “Save it.” “Okay,” Damon said. “Good.” He turned back to the sink. “The onion rule still applies. I need you to know that having a child does not change the onion rule.” “Marcus—” “Non negotiable, Damon. The child will not hear about the onion situation until they’re old enough to—”

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

The aggressor of the fight will be sent home and a report filed. For those of you who are twenty-one or older, limited alcohol consumption is allowed on Friday and Saturday nights. However, we will not tolerate anyone getting shitfaced drunk. This is the only intolerance that we have a three strikes rule on. Your first offense will earn you a full lap around the fifty mile perimeter of our territory, second offense is a week on house arrest and your third offense will get you sent home and reported to the council. We expect you to know your limit or don’t drink at all. Underaged drinking will get you sent home on the first offense and don’t try to lie. It takes less than ten minutes to verif