Betrayal Kiss Novels & Stories

Even the person in charge of the music stopped playing songs. "Yes, or No, answer me you Betrayal?!!!" Isabelle screamed at the top of her voice. Tears were already rolling down Gabriella's cheeks. "Bella, I can explain..." Gabby whispered. "I'm not seeking any explanation. I asked a direct question and I want a direct answer from you. Are you having an affair with Samuel Adonis Carter, My Father?" "Bella le..." Gabby was saying but Isabelle interrupted her. "Yes or No? Dammit."

"Because once she finds out... there’s no going back." She kissed him, hard, claiming, a promise of ruin, and Seth let her, pulling her closer until all that was left was heat and silence and the slow, inevitable collapse of the man he'd once been. Outside, the city throbbed with life. Inside the suite, betrayal took root like a slow, poisonous vine.

“I want the woman she became… in spite of me.” The silence stretched. Heavy. Unforgiving. Then she stepped closer, just enough for the space between them to vanish. She opened her mouth to say something—but his lips were already on hers. And she didn’t pull away. Not this time. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was fire meeting gasoline. Years of betrayal. Years of almosts and never agains and what-ifs. It was grief and hunger crashing in one violent breath. Her hands tangled in his shirt. His jacket fell somewhere near her feet.

She moaned and caught hold of his shirt to support herself, completely at his mercy, unable to control the surge of emotions rising deep within her. He dominated the kiss throughout and finally, Eva responded, kissing him back, lost and drunk in his passionate kiss. A deep groan of satisfaction escaped his throat, and he pulled her closer, grinding his aroused body into hers. Both knew that this was betrayal, and it was wrong, but it felt so right that they drowned deeper into each other. His hand caught her hips and molded them to his hard erection, desperate to let her know how crazy he was for her. A gasp escaped her mouth as realization dawned on her. How could she kiss him despite the w

SELENA Why am I giving in to his kiss? After all his talk of being in love with me, he betrayed me greatly and still had the audacity to kiss me as though he hasn’t done me harm. Before his kiss and touch could lead to something else, I broke the embrace which warmed my soul in a way I despised and I went back to grabbing his collar. I came to his house, determined to show him no mercy and I must do just that. “Damon Jones…” Our eyes made contact again and my rage grew tenfold. “How could you?” My grip became tighter. “How could you do that to me?”

The world narrowed to a single point: the car ahead, the woman inside, the chasm opening between us with every second. She saw. She saw the kiss. She saw the smile. I knew how it looked. To a Rossi, a smile and a kiss weren't just affection; they were signatures on a new contract, evidence of betrayal, proof that trust was always misplaced. After a lifetime of being lied to by her father and her sister, I had been the one person she finally let in. And I had just handed her a knife to the heart. "Pick up, damn it," I hissed, hitting the Bluetooth dial for her phone with shaking hands.

It wasn’t tender; it was a punishment, a forceful claiming. I pushed at his chest, fists curling in defiance, but his grip was iron at my waist. And the worst betrayal? My body wavered. The resistance bled into something else, something I hated myself for. My lips betrayed me, pressing back against his, a spark catching fire where there should have been nothing but ice. The kiss deepened, reckless and consuming, carrying us backward until the bed caught me. He followed without breaking the pull, and for a fleeting heartbeat.

The butterflies in my stomach die down as I look in those beautiful orbs in helplessness. No he can't...I have already suffered so much..please no. And that's when his lips crash on me and my body is pushed back on the tree bark. To experience what they call. A Kiss of true love. If only it was of love and not coated by hate. If only I was truthful and I hadn't betrayed.

Cristina coyly bumped her fist against Teodoro's chest, saying, "Oh, Teodoro! I don't think we're stealing Serafina's thunder just by playing a little game. You're not that petty, right, Serafina Juliano?" I was rendered speechless by her words. From Cristina's perspective, something as intimate as a kiss, which should be reserved for couples, was just "a little game". Our friends glanced at me nervously. They were familiar with my character and knew what would happen next. They assumed that I would react like how I always did—berate Teodoro for his wrongs, accuse him of neglecting me, and storm up to him for an argument. However, I simply got back up to my feet slowly and gently smoothed ou

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un