Kiss Of Deception Series Novels & Stories

He really meant his words of having her impersonate his bride. “You mean I'll wear a silicone mask and impersonate your wife for a year?.." she breathed “How am I even so sure that you aren't deceiving me? What if you tell me to impersonate her forever?" She questioned further. “No” he said and walked over to her, his eyes were red already — the effects of the elimination, coupled with that of the alcohol. “It's just a year, I promise. I have a task to complete too within that period” he said, referring to the safe box he's still bent on finding.

* Alex Hamilton * She kissed me. Not on the lips. Not with urgency. But still, it was a kiss, light, deliberate, lingering. And it lit something in me like a fuse waiting for permission. The door closed behind her, but the imprint of her touch didn't leave. I stood there for a while, unmoving, caught in the aftershock of something deceptively small that had stirred everything in me. It hadn't been a promise. It hadn't been a confession. It was something subtler, quieter, and somehow more dangerous.

I blinked in surprise as I was taken aback by the impact of his kiss. I placed my hand against his chest to regain my balance. It was almost as if the heat of his kiss captured my breath and I could do nothing about it. The feel of his hard body against mine made my skin ignite with heat almost immediately. It was almost impossible to concentrate.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.

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.

He ran his tongue over my lower lip and bit it gently, causing me to gasp and he took the chance to slip his tongue inside my mouth I moaned deeply in my throat, gripping his jacket to keep my knees from buckling over from the sheer force of the kiss His tongue stroked mine sensually in a way that sent shivers of pleasure up my spine Goddess He was such a good kisser Our tongues kept dancing as I moved my arms from his chest to his head where I grabbed a handful of his soft black hair and tugged at it The action caused him to let out a guttural groan of pleasure and his hands tightened around me The kiss had escalated quickly from slow to hot and searing in a matter of seconds. We were still

Leaning closer to her ear, he pecked it. "So you are going to count all our kisses, Ms. Alfanso?" He whispered in her ear. Tilting her head to look at him, she vigorously nodded her head like a kid. "Yes, I will," he smiled, hearing her. He still wondered how could her behaviour feel so innocuous and harmless, even when he knew how vicious she could turn to harm someone. "Practically this is our third kiss but emotionally, it's second, so I will go with the emotional ones," she reminded him and he understood she was talking about their first kiss which he had forcefully taken from her.

A second later, the mist dissolves into the warm air of the hearth, leaving the corner completely empty. I slide a few inches down the stone wall, my knees trembling as I press my wrapped hand against my mouth. My very first kiss, and it was with a deposed Alpha heir who is also my mentor and who I’m apparently going to have to pretend to date so I don’t die with a heel in my throat. And here I thought my life couldn’t get more complicated. I look at the empty room, reeling with a chaotic mixture of confusion, terrifying physical desire, and the sudden, overwhelming realization of exactly what kind of devil I have just signed my soul over to.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

Each sweep of his tongue deepened the kiss, urging her to surrender, and she found herself caught up in the whirlwind of emotion. But beneath the heat and desire, confusion began to swirl within her. Was this intensity love? Calla felt her heart race, her breath quicken, as she lost herself in the moment. She mistook the fire in his kiss for devotion, believing that this fierce energy was a sign of his passion for her. Little did she know that the very force that thrilled her also masked a more aggressive side of his nature.