A Kiss Beneath The Lies 소설 & 이야기

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.

My eyes snapped up to meet his just as his head dipped and caught my lips in a burning kiss. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'd shared a fair number of kisses before, a couple with Eric, and none of them had ever felt like this. This wasn't the usual mind numbing or searing kiss that reduced a girl to mush. This was something quite different. It was more wilful and a little strange. As his tongue curled around mine, warning slithered through me and I shivered. He pressed me harder against the base of the statue and he ground into me, a low growl grumbling from deep in his throat.

“You need to let me clean it and ice it.” He kissed me then said, “I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I’m sorry.” I didn’t respond. I was positive Kalil had a personality disorder, somewhere along the lines of multiple. “You can clean it later. I need a few minutes right now.” He disappeared into the basement and was still there when KJ and I went to bed.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

I can’t tell her that the kiss was nothing more than a highly calculated contract signature designed to keep Ravenna from cutting my throat and his dad from controlling his line. So, I look up at my friend, forcing a tight smile onto my lips while the lie tastes like ash in my throat. “Yeah,” I whisper, leaning back against the bench and trying to look like a girl who isn’t currently drowning in a lake of fake romance. “He certainly has a very unique way of showing affection.”

Torn. But I didn’t let her speak. Not this time. I leaned in closer, until her breath caught and her lashes fluttered. My lips hovered over hers. Not touching. Not quite. Torture. Sinful, beautiful torture. And I whispered, “No lies, Moonbeam. Only you.” Then I kissed her. Not rough. Not ravenous. But deep. Slow. True. A kiss written in runes older than language. A promise not made in words but in soul. And gods… She kissed me back like she had nothing left to lose, and everything to claim.

She lied. He moved his hand down further and slipped his hand in between her laps until his hand was touching her femininity. He rubbed it through the sweatpants she was wearing. "You don’t like this?" "I don’t." she said, drawing in a sharp breath. He leaned in, and he planted a kiss on her neck. "Be a good girl and stop lying, Kitty." Swallowing against her dry throat, she lied again. "I am not lying." He increased the pressure he was applying to her core, and she moaned softly. "You still don’t like this?" He whispered into her ears.

He just went away and screwed some slut after he promised I was the only person for him. He lie, they all fuckin lie in the end promises mean jack shit mean like I love you. Promises can be broken and the love you feel can be shattered and an illusion to get out of you what they can. He removes his hand and presses his lips to mine and kisses me I lay frozen on the spot unsure if this reality or just a dream, a bad fucking dream at that. He bites my lips and runs his tongue over it. “Kiss me back Kacey I don't bite unless you want me to.”

At that moment, the air in the basement seemed to hum, and it was as if their heartbeats synced into one steady, rhythmic pulse. Dominic didn't say a word. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It started as a soft, tentative touch, but as Rhea leaned into him, he held her closer to his body, his arms wrapping around her waist with a protective, hungry strength. He kissed her more romantically, his lips moving against hers with a passion that had been building since the moment they met in the ruins of Sector 4.

What I'm wearing, what I'm portraying, just isn't me. His finger slides under my chin, tilting it so that I'm looking into his blue eyes, clear as the water bordering the Bahamas. "I've never lied to you before, why would I lie to you now?" He reaches in, kissing me softly but powerfully. As he pulls away, he licks his lips before breathing out a harsh breath. "And I'm one of the only people in the world who knows what you have hiding under that dress covering you completely up. Do you know how hot that is? You know what a lucky bastard I am?"