Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

he rasped, his lips crashing into hers. The kiss was raw, angry, a collision of need and fear. Gianna’s hands gripped his jacket, pulling him closer, her lips fierce against his, a fire that consumed them. His fingers tangled in her hair, her body pressed to his, the world fading to the heat of their first kiss—a line crossed, a vow broken. But guilt surged, her secret, his distrust, a shadow in their passion. She pulled back, breathless, her eyes wide, his face a mirror of her turmoil.

“Can I come with you?” “Why would you come with me?” I attacked. “To kiss Felix too and blame it on your hormones and the tea you drank this morning?” “How could you say that?” Nikita fired back, “You think I'm some crazy kiss addict whore that would go around kissing any man I see? The thing with Judas, the potato-headed man just happened unplanned. I don't think I can ever face the potato-headed man again, so please take me with you,” she begged.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

For a moment I wondered if one of the upstairs rooms were empty. “Bastian!” A masculine voice called out and Bastian released me from his kiss. “Great party.” Bastian looked over at the voice and smiled before turning back to me. “Now, I'd like you to come meet Jack and Emma.” “For real?” I asked. I had been sure the offer had been just meant as one more parting blow to Chad. “I get to meet Jack and Emma Saunders?” “Yes,” Bastian answered. He shook his head like I was asking if we were having wine later. He had every intention of introducing me to his billionaire friends.

"And you will render your services for us, until your life is exhausted! You will not leave my house!!" "I am not a slave! I will go! I had enough!! Let me go!" Kara screamed with anger. She can't take it anymore, Klarisse is delusional. She must go but Klarisse pulled her hair even harder, she felt some strands broke off.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

I promised. Felix hunched and kissed my forehead. “ Forever is the deal. We ain't gonna say goodbye to each other till death do us part. Do you promise?" He raised his right hand as a sign of seriousness. I reciprocated with my right hand hoisted up as well. “ I promise. Till death do us part" We clenched our fingers in between each space and thereafter shared a passionate kiss. Then, Felix carried me back to the bed, holding the small gift bag with him.