Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

The boy's look seemed to warn Jessica that she would be embarrassed later. Although Justin followed Lloyd, his attention had been fixed on the two people. Seeing this scene, he poked the ice cream in front of him hardly as if he had a hatred with it. Suddenly, Justin replaced his cold face with a naughty smile. Determined to do something, he picked up a large cup of ice cream in front of him and ran to the two people. When Justin was approaching, he pretended to be tripped over and the ice cream in his hand flew to Jessica. Then, he heard a scream, a loud scream. Of course, the sound could not be from Justin.

Xander growled. “Please” he pleaded through clenched teeth. “You that I still want you, more than anyone. Let me show you” he kissed her roughly. Lizzy moaned into his mouth instantly. She thought she’d be able to resist Xander but she was wrong. Xander's hands wandered until they palmed her assets in his hands, and she arched into him. Still time she led the kiss. Kissing him passionately, her fingers threading in his hair. She frantically reached for the buttons on his chest and undid them until he was standing before her shirtless.

The memory of his betrayal, the sharp sting of his neglect, it was still raw, a festering wound beneath the surface. But his touch, the heat radiating from his body, it all felt so familiar, so right. It was the taste of a forbidden fruit, one I knew I shouldn't indulge in, yet it was impossible to resist. He closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. It was a desperate, hungry kiss, fueled by a combinationof anger, longing, and raw desire. My traitorous hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, drowning myself in the familiar comfort of his touch.

Slipping his hand to my waist, he pushed me to his chest and drew his lips near my ear. "Money, huh?" I panted. "I'll pay you for a kiss. The money is in my hand. Kiss me and take it." Breathing over my cheek, he trailed his nose along them and brushed his lips over mine. I drew my lips nearer. I should kiss him as his hand tightened around my hips. My hands slipped to his neck, drawing him in. But something in me wasn't going further. It was his lips. I had kissed, felt and tasted them before but the weight settled at the bottom of my stomach.

He caressed it across her mouth—slowly, deliberately—smearing the blood of the man who had just died trying to save her. She choked, trying to turn away, coughing and spitting, but his grip only tightened. “Next time you think about giving your lips to someone else,” he said, his grip unrelenting, “Remember—this is the only taste you’ll ever get. Blood. Because that’s what betrayal tastes like to me.” It wasn’t just a threat. It was a declaration. A punishment for a sin she hadn’t even committed—but one he had seen in her eyes. The thought of that kiss. He had known.

he said with a crooked smile. “Me either” I said with a laugh. “What did you expect would happen?” he asked in a low husky voice as he walked closer to me. Flustered, I took a step back. “I-I don’t…” I stuttered before he closed the gap between us and brought his mouth down to mine. He tasted of sweet mint, his warm lips gliding against mine, making me groan involuntarily. I had never been kissed this way. Granted I wasn’t very experienced in that department, but I was convinced there was no better kisser than Gabriel Mason. His hands cradled my head as he deepened the kiss while mine held on to his hips. He backed me into my single bed and sat me down while kneeling between my legs, never b

His chest pressed harder against hers, his heat sinking into her skin, into her bones. Her fight grew weaker. Her kicks slowed. Her curses faltered. Until finally…..finally her lips moved beneath his. Tentative, trembling, and a sign of total surrender. It was not victory. It was not peace. It was something far more dangerous: it was her betrayal of herself. Montez groaned low in his throat, a sound that vibrated against her lips, a sound of primal satisfaction. He deepened the kiss, angling her head, forcing her open to him. His tongue tangled with hers in a rhythm that was as relentless as it was consuming.

] Romero smiled down at her, ‘I think we have a breakthrough baby.’ She looked at him and narrowed her eyes, ‘You betrayed me, why should I believe you?’ This time he did not hold back bending his head he captured her lips in a searing demanding kiss that shook her to her core, ‘I would never betray you my little tigress, he lied to tear us apart.’ Instantly believing him, her hands came up and she clung to him opening to his kisses hungrily her body melding to his perfectly when they seperated they were breathing heavily,

I slapped him hard,so hard that it stung my palm ,his face tilt sideways Before I could push him from me He again forced his lips on mine with the same pressure as before ,it's not a soft kiss not a love kiss ,it only indicate dominance, punishment, torture . he's biting my lips pulling it pushing his tongue inside my mouth again and again ,making me breathless again.after minutes of his kissing torture he moved back ,we both Huffing like pigs ,taking as much air as we can and I slapped him again with as much strength I could muster up at the moment...

He was defiling the one place I thought was safe, all to prove a point—that I belonged to him and him alone. "What are you doing?" I said, my voice shaking with a fury that burned hotter than before. My protest was a futile whisper, a word lost as his sinful mouth captured mine. The most heartbreaking part was the betrayal of my own body. Despite my mental protests, despite the rage boiling inside me, my body was already betraying me, heating up in response to his touch. The rosary, my last shred of hope and sanity, slipped from my nerveless fingers and clattered to the floor. My head bowed in shame as I gave in, my initial struggle dissolving into a shameful surrender. I was returning his k