Harley Kiss Batman Novels & Stories

We've always been close and harmonious! Since no evidence was found linking me to the purchase of Diazepam or any deliberate poisoning of Chester, Eleanor came personally to remove the handcuffs after 48 hours of questioning. "Ivy, you're free to go," she said.

This infuriates me the most but unfortunately I can’t punch the asshole to shut him up. “I’m going to get you in my bed. By hook or by crook my darling. These guys titties of yours , I just have them in my mouth.” She mutters and licks his lips. I really have got to put this fool in his place. I clench my fist and just as I am about to launch the first blow which is pointed for his jaw, my amen resounds . “I’m done..” Harley's voice pushes from behind. I sigh his my breath and sigh while staring at the pathetic fool in front of me.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

Here, I hope hell wins out. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much!" "Don't make promises you can't keep, Wolfman." She slid off the barstool. "Let's go!" I swipe the key card, and we get inside my hotel room. Harley throws herself into my chest, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me to her lips. Her kiss is as hot as fire. I switched our positions, pushing Harley's back against the wall and pulling her thigh over mine as I deepened the kiss. My hands roamed over her ass as hers went for the button of my jeans.

"Don't think that just because you're cute, you can come here and play your 'love interest' games." Cassandra shot back coldly. "Let me tell you, that stuff doesn't work on me, not even a little bit." She was sharp-tongued. Harley really wasn't good enough to win a battle of wits with her. Harley felt his masculine pride take a hit. The smug smile faded, replaced by coldness. "Cassandra, I'm not messing around." He pulled off his baseball cap, then yanked down his mask, fully exposing the handsome face that appealed to every age group.

“Jon, I—” Before Harley could finish his sentence, Jonathan bent down and kissed his lips. Harley froze; the kiss was not as he had imagined—not a kiss full of love and comfort. It was a kiss filled with possession as if Jonathan wanted to ensure that only he could touch Harley, that only he could claim his heart. Harley pushed Jonathan away gently, breathing heavily. “Don’t… I’m not ready.” Jonathan stared at Harley for a long time, then stepped back half a step. His face remained calm, but his gaze carried a deep shadow of disappointment. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to make you feel… loved.”

Her eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sea and Harley made a little half murmur of protest when he ran his hand through the soft blonde curls and then parted her and slid his fingers deep into her and found her wet. Harley exhaled a shaky breath and a low growl started in his chest. “As always… All ready for me…” he said, licking and sucking her lower lip.