Kiss Me Liar Novel English นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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[RUBY] "Liar," I breathed, the word barely leaving my lips before I crashed them into hers. What started as a tease spiraled out of control in seconds. I had meant to pull away, to mock her for a split second, but she answered my kiss with a fiery aggression that stole the air from my lungs. Her lips claimed mine with such force, my mind reeled. My body, drawn to hers, reacted instinctively as she pulled me closer, one hand gripping my arm and the other possessively around my waist. There was no going back now.

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I quickly lowered my head again. Just then, a text came in on my phone. Lucas: "Wait for me after dinner. I'll take you home. My car has the temperature control system you like." Me: "Okay." Lucas: "Good girl." I didn't reply to him, but my heart raced uncontrollably. The words "good girl" had this inexplicable dominant edge that made my legs go weak.

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.

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

His kiss is wild, aggressive. His hands aren't idle: they caress me, making me dizzy. I push him away, but he doesn't detach. He releases my lips and caresses my ear with his mouth, whispering to me: "Please, don't be jealous, I only love you. You rule my life. Touch me, look how much I desire you. I love you, my love." But I push him away: "You're just a dirty liar, don't come near me." "No, you can't ask me that. I couldn't stay away from you. Even if I wanted to."

I wiped them away with the back of my hand and insisted, "I bet you're just acting! You loved me until the end of the book!" “The end of the book?” His brows furrowed. Oops. I slipped. “I mean… the end of life’s book!” I covered quickly. Julian’s hand shot out, gripping my throat. His eyes blazed with rage. “You’re bold, girl. Don’t you know I’m sick of you? You’ve tormented me over and over. I don’t want to drown in this insane longing anymore. Besides… Nadira has always been the most genuine.” “Let go first!” I gasped.

He walked closer to me. “I am nervous because you came in here so loud. I thought you were hurt again. Your arm. I came here to find a new type of bandage. I was looking in the drawers. But I did not find any,” I lied. It felt easy to lie to him now. Too easy. He stood right in front of the couch. He looked down at me. “You are a bad liar, Francesca. A very bad liar. I can detect when someone isn't fine, but I will let it go. For now,” he said.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

"I kissed him." Lia confessed and covered her face with the pillow. She still couldn't believe what she had done. Jane's expression showed that she couldn't believe it either. "You kissed him? As in on the lip?" Lia rolled her eyes but didn't remove the pillow from her face. "You know what a kiss is, Jane Austin." "Of course I do I'm just shocked that you, Amelia Lawson, the shy 21 year old actually initiated a kiss."