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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.

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.

"A pregnant wife deserves care and support. A man like you doesn't deserve to be a father. If you can't even look after your own wife, how could anyone trust their life to you?" I let out a cold laugh, scanning the crowd with a hard gaze. "You people are unbelievable. Cheating is a matter of principle, and yet you bend the truth and accept it without question. Are your brains stuffed with straw? I hope you return the same generosity if your partners ever cheat on you." The livestream chat exploded. "Are you kidding me? They're actually forgiving the cheater?" "Dr. Smith has my support. Cheaters don't deserve forgiveness!" "Their reactions are insane. I seriously can't believe this."

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.

If I asked him for a favor I knew he would just tickle me. "Girl! Gay! How does it feel to kiss sir Kalex?" I stared at him but I was actually ashamed of what he was saying. "Is it delicious?" "Yes, too." I admit. Kalex is the only best kisser whom I remember. Yung windang ka talaga. Tapon all-brain and soul ... even your panties when he kisses you. I can't really blame other women for driving Kalex crazy. He's good ... okay, he's the best. since he's the only one I've had sex with ever since, I have no basis, but based on his performance. Wow.

“What are you doing?” I pull her hand away from my mouth. “It’s just a kiss, Kaiya,” I answer hoarsely, “and I’ll only bite if you ask me nicely.” The problem is that it’s never just a kiss. A kiss can lead to so many dangerous things. And so many good things. Beautiful and wonderful things. And pain unlike any other. Suffering that never ends. Unfortunately, Kaiya is too inexperienced to fully understand any of these complexities, and I’ve lost all ability to think clearly.

“I (kiss) KNOW (kiss) I (kiss) HAVE(kiss) BEEN (kiss) A (kiss) GRADE (kiss) ONE (kiss) JERK, BABY (kiss)” “BUT (kiss) I (kiss) WAITED (kiss) FOR (kiss) YOU (kiss) FOR (kiss) 18 FUCKING (kiss) YEARS (kiss) SO THAT (kiss) YOU DIDN’T (kiss) MISS (kiss) OUT (kiss) YOUR (kiss) PRECIOUS (kiss) CHILDHOOD (kiss) AND (kiss) TEENAGE (kiss) FUN (kiss) BECAUSE (kiss) OF MY (kiss) POSSESSIVE (kiss) BEHAVIOUR (kiss)”