Kiss Of Deception Series Novels & Stories

Who would have thought that beneath that innocent, beautiful face lay a cunning, deceitful woman? When the ceremony ended and the priest told me to kiss my bride, my eyes slowly scanned her face, and I couldn’t help gazing at her red, luscious lips. As I crossed the small space between us, I found it hard to accept that her lips were as sweet and soft as I’d imagined them to be. The way her eyes widened in surprise when I kissed her told me she was good at pretending to be an inexperienced kisser. I felt the urge to lengthen and deepen the kiss but when I felt her respond, moaning softly, I realized I had to stop my delusions. I shouldn’t be feeling this way toward this bitch. She may look i

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some poisons are swallowed. Others are kissed. Tonight’s confession is about a deadly female assassin who uses her body as the ultimate weapon — seducing and eliminating her targets with pleasure. Until one man turns the tables, making her the addicted one. This one is dangerous, seductive, and full of cat-and-mouse heat. Here is the confession of “The Poison Kiss.” --- **Story 17: The Poison Kiss** **Chapter 1**

Believed the intensity meant love. She didn’t know yet that kisses could be weapons. That affection could be strategy. That love, when laced with lies, could become a slow, quiet destruction. But standing there, caught in the gravity of Adrian’s presence, Iris felt certain of one thing: Meeting him had changed something inside her. And whatever this was — whatever he was — there would be no walking away untouched.

I heard footsteps outside the door after I was done making arrangements with a liaison from the dark web. I quickly hung up. The name Nina Secco would disappear from Don Lineti's world in three days. The soft sound of unlocking was heard, and Chris Lineti walked in, smelling strongly of smoke. He held me tightly in his arms. His eyes were filled with tenderness, just like five years ago, when we first met on that rainy night. He asked me gently, "Who were you talking to, Nina?"

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

I whisper and her body shifts, trembling as I start to caress her chest, all while Dean is kissing her down her things but not going to her mound. “Please,” she starts to beg and I smirk. “Please what?” “kiss me,” she begs and Cole starts to suck on her tit, all while his hand is across her chest to keep her in place. “no. I will kiss you everywhere else but not on your lips,” I touch her lips, which are a bit swollen. She starts to complain, emitting these little cute voices that get me rock-hard. “you like what Cole and Dean are doing to you?” I ask her and she nods.

The kiss deepened, becoming a desperate tangle of tongues and urgent breaths. His hands moved lower, no longer gentle, tearing at the fabric of her dress, the sound of ripping cloth a counterpoint to the escalating passion. He tasted her, savored her, and the anger that had fueled his initial assault began to morph into something deeper, something more primal. The kiss was no longer a battle, but a desperate plea, a silent conversation of unspoken desires and simmering tensions that had been building between them for far too long. It was a kiss that promised both pain and pleasure, a prelude to something far more intense.

ROSE His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against my own and his fingers gently held my chin in place. I, however, just sat there... Frozen. I didn't want to move, I couldn't... But then the memories of our first kiss- a nerdy pigtailed girl kissing a braced boy in glasses- flooded my mind and I swear I was acting on that girl's behalf. I slowly started to kiss him back and I don't know how exactly but somewhere between our lip locking, Deamian got up and pushed me against the wall causing a loud thud. His hands made their way to my waist as his kisses become more desperate and hurried. I had to say that I was finding it difficult to function and I was kissing him back with just as mu

As she sighed softly to herself, he took that as an invitation to nip at her lips and then enter her mouth. His hand at her back was holding her close and off the car door that she was sure was touching the back of his hand. She didn’t want it to end. This had to be a dream. As he pulled back from the kiss slowly and gently. He watched Deanna as he started to stand up to his full height. Her eyes were still closed and began to flutter open. It was an awakening he was witnessing before his eyes. Deanna’s eyes came open, and he saw the color of them had changed slightly. The deeper color was enough of a hint that she had liked the kiss was enough to make his more primal side roar with pleasure