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"It's okay. You?" "Yes, it's okay. Best thing I've been too actually." "Oh really?" I sarcastically said as I grabbed a beer from a guy who walked past, he didn’t mind and just carried on walking. I quickly downed it and turned to face Sebastian. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?" I asked. "Yes." He responded. "How was it?" "Bad. She was chewing bubble gum at the time." "Shame." I laughed then added, "You wanna kiss someone now?"

How could my boyfriend kiss a girl, especially when I'm here? I wasn't daydreaming. My boyfriend just committed a sin. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Khloe grinning from ear to ear. One of her friends whispered something into her ears and she giggled. Her giggles were annoying. She sounded horrible. Not because I was pissed off and jealous, but she really had a bad voice. Most of the girls must be very happy right now. They would be thinking of how to mock me and spread the news around the school. This should be a moment they've been waiting for. Now, they had a chance to prove their popular motion about Romeo.

she says softly. “Yeah?” “Do you think we made everything too complicated?” I think about it. Our fake dating. Our real jealousy. The kisses we pretend don’t mean anything. Danny. Sandra. The secrets. The hurt. Everything. “Yeah,” I finally admit. “We made things complicated.” She exhales shakily. “But…” I add, brushing her cheek, “maybe complicated isn’t always bad.” Her eyes meet mine big, soft, glassy again. She whispers, “Kiss me.”

He crashed his lips down onto mine. The kiss was devastating. It was hot, wet, and violently angry. His teeth clashed against mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open to taste me, devouring my breath. He kissed me like he hated me, like he wanted to punish my mouth for drawing him in. The mate bond amplified every brutal sensation until stars exploded behind my eyelids. I let out a loud, needy moan, my body arching off the mattress to press flush against his hard, burning chest. "You smell so fucking sweet," Kael grunted against my bruised lips, his voice thick with raw, furious lust. "I should kill you for doing this to me."

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

In his hair, and then pressed against either side of his face, feeling the perfect angles of his face against my skin as he kisses me. A half-desperate moan escapes me as he picks me up, resting me on the edge of the counter, centring himself between my legs. There is no air left within me when he pulls away from my lips, pushing my head with his hand until the back of it is against the cool surface of the mirror, and he's kissing my neck again. This time though, he isn't so gentle, kissing and sucking in one spot, not stopping until I push at his chest, realising his intentions.

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.