Betrayal Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The pain of betrayal gnawed at my insides, fueling a firestorm of resentment. Desperate for closure, for a way to reclaim what was rightfully mine, I searched for a solution amidst the chaos of my emotions. And then, in a moment of reckless abandon, I found it. With Ethan standing mere inches away, oblivious to my intentions, I seized the opportunity. Ignoring the curious stares of onlookers, I rose to my feet and closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his in a bold declaration of defiance. The kiss lingered for what felt like an eternity, the world around us fading into oblivion as we stood locked in a moment of stolen passion. And as Ethan finally pulled away, I couldn't help but w

I closed the final distance and captured her lips with mine. It wasn’t a kiss of reconciliation. It wasn’t a kiss of forgiveness. It was a reaffirmation. A mutual possession. The fusion of two lost souls who had finally found their way back home in the middle of the battlefield. The consecration of an alliance forged in the deepest truth: we were a family. A trinity stained with blood and betrayal, but indestructible. Her lips tasted of the sweet-sour of strawberries, the salt of unshed tears, and the flavor of all the unspoken truths.

Every sensation seared into me, forcing me to confront the duality of what I felt: a desire that battled against the cold steel of duty. Earlier, as I lingered near the courtyard, I had witnessed Damien’s lips claim mine with a hunger that was as possessive as it was tender. The kiss was not merely an expression of passion; it was a silent declaration of power—a claim I was supposed to accept without question. Yet as his lips left mine, the lingering warmth did little to soothe the icy ache of betrayal. In that moment, I realized that the passion we shared was no simple romance; it was a dangerous dance of power, where every touch was laden with expectation and every sigh carried an unspoken

His grey eyes trapped me, holding me in place. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. He leaned in, our lips inches apart. My heart pounded wildly. This is it—my first kiss after Trey’s betrayal. I closed my eyes, preparing for the moment— Bzzz! My phone vibrated loudly. No. Fuck no.

I start to grind against him as his hands squeeze my rump. He breaks the kiss and moves down my jaw to my neck, leaving bites all over my skin. I can feel his hand holding my ass and the other placing his cock more into my core. "I love you baby!" He groans into my flesh as he thrust hard and deep into me. I am at a total loss of words as my body reacts to his thrusts, meeting him with urgency! I can tell that he is slightly holding back and that bothers me a bit. "Why are you holding back? I want you to give me yourself!"

“What happened?” “The little bitch shoved her off the swing and told her that Lincoln would never believe Freya over her,” Anton explained. “When she stood up to get help for her chin, the little bitch fell to the ground claiming Freya pushed her. There’s one teacher that needs to be fired. She told Freya that she understands her home life is upsetting right now, but that doesn’t mean she should lie. She also fractured Freya’s wrist, as Marcel reported the teacher was yanking on Freya’s wrist. It’s now broken. You’ll have to ask her what the teacher’s name is. They called the cops on Marcel, but those two are on my payroll. They will be here shortly to ask if you wish to press charge

A low, angry hiss escaped his lips as he cut off my words the only way he knew would silence me completely. He kissed me. It wasn't a kiss of love, or even desire. It felt like it was a punishment, It was hard and brutal, his lips crushing against mine, it felt like It was his anger, his betrayal, his five years of pain, all poured into that one, violent kiss. I gasped against his mouth, but he didn't let go, his hands moved from my arms to my face, holding me still, forcing me to take it. I hated that my body betrayed me, a spark of the old heat, the old addiction, flickered, my lips remembered his.

And for defying my family's will, I had paid the price. My syndicate had dragged me into the punishment hall. Forced me into their brutal Blood Oath Reckoning, a ritual meant for traitors, not heirs. A punishment he watched from behind barred doors as I bled for choosing him. I thought I could love him forever and ever. But tonight changed everything. Ten years later, I’m going back. Back to the Hale estate. Back to reclaim the power and identity I once threw away. From this moment on, I would live my own life, and Pierce Voss would be nothing but a closed chapter.

Women do not normally be in control with me. But this was one... this woman--Aria--was full of surprises. Tequila was still on her lips, warm and sharp, and something-- something she was. She was shivering a little against me, but kissed me as though she were running after the world. As though she released it, it would all fall apart. I knew that feeling. I instinctively cupped her face intensifying the kiss. She uttered a weak word--a pathetic, despairing sigh upon my lips--which threatened to call me back to myself.

She gave me a shy smile and said, "You know why I am here, right?" I nodded. Alessia slowly bent down and gently grabbed my cheeks; her touch was warm and comforting. "You need someone who understands you and who can support you through the ups and downs," she whispered softly. She kissed me on the lips. An involuntary heat rushed through my body as our lips met, igniting a long-lost passion. She broke the kiss, then straightened up. Then she unzipped her dress, letting it lay on the floor, revealing her beautifully sculpted body.