Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

Judy's fingers danced across Isabella's skin, teasing and tantalizing. She kissed her way up Isabella's neck, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot behind her ear. "I want to taste you," Judy whispered, her breath hot against Isabella's skin. With eager hands, Judy untied Isabella's robe, letting it fall to the floor. Their bodies pressed together, breast to breast, as Judy's mouth sought Isabella's. Their kiss was deep and hungry, tongues intertwining in a dance of their own. Judy's hands roamed, exploring every curve, every soft inch of Isabella's body.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

said Judas, clenching his fists to control his anger. "What do you want to observe, King Judas? What do you expect to get from the observation?" Alessa asked in a calm tone. "Well, I want to see if these two are really lovers because I don't believe they are," Judas replied, his chin lifted in defiance. "It was just a kiss, after all. Lovers do more than that." "And if they are real lovers?" Alessa asked again. "Then, I'll admit defeat and withdraw," said Judas. "But I believe they can't prove it because they are not." He smirked at the last sentence.

Thank you, God. I felt a wave of relief knowing their delicate little wrists wouldn't be tied up with that thin, scratchy rope that I knew would dig into my skin if I tried to fight back. Judas walked into the room, phone pressed to his ear. He paused in front of me, lifting his hand to my cheek. I turned my head, attempting to bite his gross finger to make him feel a fraction of my pain, but of course, I missed and ended up clashing my teeth together.

A waiter stumbled, champagne flutes crashing to the floor—but Judah didn’t flinch. He ran like the world might end before he reached her. And when he did— He didn’t speak. He grabbed her face in his hands, and kissed her. And it wasn’t a kiss made for watching. It was raw. It was reckless. It was love, breaking free after seven months of torture. He kissed her like a man unchained. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger born from sleepless nights and aching dreams. Her breath caught as he cupped her face, and her arms flew around his neck as if her body had waited for this very second.

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.

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.

And that threat spread like wildfire. DJ Vibrant came on stage and wrapped an arm around Wakely. I knew she hated to be touched by strangers. The fond memory of her telling me about the pregnant lady rule flitted through my mind. When her father was done babbling, the DJ leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. My hands clenched at my sides. The fucking asshole was going to get it. He was going to get it for touching my girl. She was mine…not his. Wakely made a face when he kissed her, then her face paled when she saw her father staring at her. He charged at her and grabbed her arm as he bolted off stage.

"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.