Kiss Me Liar Bl Novels & Stories

Lia said as a lone tear fell from her beautiful eyes. She could feel her Husband crying against her neck and so she turned around in his arms until she was facing him. " I can never hate you. " She said as she cupped her Husband's face into her hand and without thinking much, she leaned in to kiss her Husband. Lia was frozen for a moment. Lia was holding him and kissing him. If this was a dream, he never wants to wake up. He reached to touch the girl's cheeks and yes, this was not a dream.

Lisa replied and made to stand up but the other party held her She glared at him but instead received a kiss from him Feeling the gentle and intoxicating kiss, her legs couldn't help but soften She broke free after like forever to catch her breath and at the same time broke free from Liam and sat down opposite him

“Damien's a liar!” “Then explain the kiss I saw. Or are you going to deny kissing him? That I didn't see the way he had his hands all over you?” “I didn't kiss him! He kissed me!” “And you let him! You fucking let him!“ Liam thunders, releasing my arms only to shove me against the nearest wall. I crash into the wall but not too hard. Liam traps me there, holding my wrists and pinning them at my sides, slightly above my shoulders. His fingers dig into my skin as he presses his body into mine, breathing hotly on face.

I stroked my fingers around her pussy as I kissed her harder. After a while, I slid my fingers out and broke the kiss, forcing my fingers into her mouth, making her suck them clean as she gagged. "That's right. Taste your fucking, lying, candy pussy." I growled against her ears. If she was annoyed by the fact that I hadn't stopped calling her a liar, she didn't show it. Her eyes only seemed to darken, and that was when I got it. She loved it. She loved being called a liar.

But the fact that I knew that Killian was her mate brought more pain in me than a bullet piercing my skin. “You don’t have to say it back, princess. But I wanted you to know how I felt about you. I know that I am not the best at being a lover, and I know that as a husband…” Lia stopped me by connecting her lips with mine in a gentle kiss. One that had me smiling as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my lap. She bit my bottom lip, pulling on it gently as she wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.

he says in between the kisses. "If I smell another guy on you, I will not hesitate to fuck your tight little pussy in front of them....and no one, no one will be able to stop me" tears begin to escape my tightly shut eyes. My mind and heart are at battle - I love the way he claims me, but I know that his lips are going to touch another soon, that he is going to be with another woman soon enough. So am I claimed, or am I caged? He begins to kiss my tear-stained cheeks, whispering things that I have blocked out. The last thing I heard him say before drifting off to sleep is, " Even when you cry, you're so beautiful"

I spat, the lie sharp on my tongue—a blade I wielded to cut us both. His thumb grazed my jawline, calloused and deliberate, pausing to press against the pulse point beneath my ear. “Mentirosa. (Liar)” The word curled like smoke, dark and knowing, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with a predator’s certainty. “You kiss like it means everything,” he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp. His other hand drifted to the small of my back, fingertips skimming the waistband of my jeans—a featherlight touch that scorched.

It was anger and grief and the kind of heat that only grows in ruins. For a heartbeat, maybe two, he kissed me back. Then I gasped, shoving him away as my hand smacked across his chest. “What the hell was that?” I hissed, eyes wide in horror. “You kissed me! You damn pervert!” His brows raised, breath steady. “You kissed me first.” “You’re lying.” “No,” he said evenly. “You’re drunk, and angry, and so far buried in your own pain you can’t even see when you’re the one lighting matches.”

James stood up to defend himself. With her body trembling and throat tight, Zia stepped inside without seeing James. She didn't react at all when her feet stepped on broken glass. Now her mind was filled with thoughts of James and Bella. Unfortunately, Zia couldn't hold back her tears when she faced James and saw the kiss marks on several parts of his body. Her eyes widened, and she stepped back, stepping on the broken glass again. “Zia...” “Don't touch me!” Zia shouted, pushing James' hand away from her shoulder. "Why Bella?" Zia asked.

Or is it pity? "I love you so, so much, sweetheart. I'm sorry for everything…" he added and looked at me. My lips parted in shock. He's a liar. I don't wanna believe him anymore but when he said those words, why does it reach my heart? I was stunned, so I didn't have the chance to move away when he cupped my cheeks and claimed my lips. He kissed me so gently. So, painfully. His hands are trembling against my face. His lips are so cold.