Bela Kiss Novels & Stories

He asked, trying not to sound disrespectful but the annoyance in him grew slowly. Bella giggled, she let go of her leg, stood up and walked towards him, her sharp eyes not leaving her prey. With sexy eyes, she got close to him, sat on his desk, their eyes facing each other as she held onto his chin. "You are so handsome Dennis and a handsome man like you need a young beautiful lady like me, a lady who is ready to give you your wildest nasty desire" she whispered, her eyes not leaving him. Slowly, she went close to him to kiss him but Dennis was quick enough to shove his face away from her.

This night had been full of surprises, and I was beginning to see that there was more to Bella than I had ever imagined. As we stood by the tranquil pond, the moonlight painted shimmering ripples on the water's surface. Bella's presence felt like a magnetic pull, drawing me closer with every passing second. We exchanged glances, and her eyes held a myriad of emotions: curiosity, vulnerability, and a hint of desire. Without hesitation, I closed the gap between us, our lips brushing together softly. It was a delicate connection, a silent conversation between our souls. The kiss carried a promise, a promise of something beautiful yet unexplored. But to my surprise, I retreated slightly, my hear

She told Li Na everything, and her buddy was relieved that she didn't get in trouble. Bella also admits to Li Na that Kiel kissed her on her lips, she was shocked and asked her, “what did you do to him when he did that to you?” “I kissed him back,” she proudly declared, Li Na taps her head out of disappointment to her friend. “Why did you do that? Don’t you know that you can only kiss the man that you like?” she exclaimed. “I simply returned it to him; there's nothing wrong about that,” she blithely says.

He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me. “Hey, do you want to get lost in this massive square?”. She said behind me. I spurned around to see her, standing behind me with her hand on her waist. I’ve always viewed myself as weak for any man’s gripping fingers, but here I am with a woman that had fingers that could grab men and make love to them when and where she wants. “Why were you flirting with the chauffeur?”. I posed. She made faces. “Betty, when you go to Rome, behave like Romans”. She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

We were devouring each other's lips with passion and burning desires. I broke the kiss and gently placed her on the ground. We were now standing under shower, gazing at each other's faces with desire. I took off my jacket impatiently, then I reconnected our lips. Bella held tightly to me immediately, kissing me back tenderly. Our kiss was gentle and soft, and the taste of her lips kept melting in my mouth. I couldn't stop devouring her lips. The gentleness added to the sweetness, and I kept eating up her lips while my hand pressed her ass.

Then a voice slid behind her, low and silken. “You wear the cage well.” She spun to see Nikolai Vasiliev, the blond-scarred man from earlier. His smile was sharp as a blade, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he held two glasses of champagne. Her body stiffened. “Stay away from me.” He offered her a glass, tilting his head. “If I meant you harm, Bella, I’d hardly waste good champagne.” “I don’t drink with strangers,” she said coldly. “But we’re not strangers anymore, are we?” His gaze lingered on her crimson dress. “You’re unforgettable. Like blood spilled on snow.”

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

He saw the way my bright, glowing face dimmed. He saw the way I shrank beneath Annaida’s smirk. He noticed Alex’s hand on my shoulder. And something shifted in him. He took a step back from Annaida, nodded politely to the chief guest — a legendary boxer who’d come to present the official title belt — and thanked him quickly. Then he turned. Walked straight toward me. And kissed me. Right there, in front of everyone. His kiss was firm. Warm. Claiming. Yet it felt like a subtle slap from Damon to Annaida for hurting me.