Kiss Or Slap Novels & Stories

She was about to use her left foot to kick me but I preceded her with a punch. Yes, I did a hard punch in her fair skin good-looking face, instead of a slap which resulted in her stumbling to the floor. Brother Noah taught me the basics of taekwondo, boxing, and fistfights. Those experiences would be such a waste if I am not going to use them in this kind of situation. Slap? A slap was nothing compared to a punch. A slap cannot extract someone's tooth, and cannot see blood, but a hard punch can. "Let's be realistic here, Maureen. No. Let me remind you of the fucking truth. The one who's a better definition of a slut between us is you," I replied furiously and with conviction.

Before I could say anything, his lips crashed down on mine. It was domineering, rough, devoid of any tenderness—more like punishment or venting than a kiss. Struggling against him, I tasted blood. A wave of nausea surged within me, but his strength was too much for me to resist. Humiliated and in pain, tears spilled from my eyes. At last, sensing my distress, he released my arm. I didn’t hesitate—I slapped him across the face with all the strength I could muster. My palm stung, but it was nothing compared to the searing pain in my heart.

I ask calmly, despite my heart roaring in my chest. He cracks into a laugh. "Wait, you seriously don't think I'm falling for you, do you?" His words sting. He rolls his eyes. "People kiss all the time. Especially when the girl is too easy..." Outraged, I slap him. I slap him so hard my palm hurts. I watch his face turn red and pale at that moment. "Stay away from me!" I bark and slam the door. ********

i scream in pleasure and pain when she slap my left butt cheeks, she slap it again that I know it turns red she take off my panties and I scream in pleasure and pain again she slap me again but she kissing my mound. My head is spinning with pleasure on her tongue on my wet pearl, she's licking it and didn't even forgot to slap my ass. "Ahhh! oh oh King Ah lick me more" I was being in a state of pleasure and my head was weakening and it slam on the sit but my ass is still up and my legs is nealing, "ahhh yes yes ohhh King" she pinch my nipples and slap me hard, she's pleasuring me with pain but I didn't know why it makes me turn on so much that I want her to slap me more.

Because the next moment, his head dipped, and his demanding lips crashed against her parted ones. The kiss was rough, claiming, full of heat and punishment. But before she could melt into it, another sharp slap landed on her already aching skin. She yelped into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss as pain rippled through her, deepening the furrow between her brows. His large palm seized her throbbing ass cheek, squeezing hard, tight, and possessively.

He saw me as a woman with a price tag again. I didn't think twice. I didn't plan it. My hand simply flew across the space between us. SLAP. The sound was deafening, a sharp crack that echoed off the mahogany walls and seemed to vibrate in the silence that followed. Kian’s head snapped to the side. The red mark of my palm began to bloom against his tan skin.

“Because at the end of it all, all I would get is an apology from you. And that is something I don’t want.” She turned away as if the matter was finished. “But not after this.” Before Tina could process what Cassienne meant, Cassienne turned back, and fast. The slap came hard and was delivered with the back of Cassienne’s hand. Tina didn’t even see it coming. Her head snapped to the side, her balance faltering. Before she could recover, another slap landed on the opposite cheek, this one was stronger than the first one. The sound echoed in the room. Then a kick followed, right on her stomach.

That side that could wait for me. The shock of the collision lasted only a heartbeat. Kael didn't melt into the kiss like I was hoping to; he recoiled with a violence that made my head snap back. He pushed me away quickly and aggressively, his hands shoving against my chest as if I were a plague he had accidentally touched. I slammed into the wall, my head grazing the stone. Fuck! I gasped, my chest heaving as I stared into his own eyes that were coated with fury. Before I could even regain my balance, his hand whipped across the air, and he slapped me hard, right on the same side of my face he had punched earlier that afternoon.

“Come here,” he commanded. Kai scrambled to his feet and walked over to him, his movements clumsy with anticipation. He draped himself over Victor’s lap, his ass in the air, a position of complete submission. Victor’s hand came down hard on his ass cheek, a sharp, stinging slap. Kai cried out, the pain a sharp, delicious jolt. “Count,” Victor commanded. “One, Sir,” Kai gasped. Another slap, this one harder, on his other cheek. “Two, Sir.”

I murmur just before I capture her lips, tasting those plum lips I've been tempting since she emerged from her room today. She reciprocates the kiss with equal enthusiasm, playfully nibbling on my lips, igniting a primal growl within me. I draw her away from the chair, pinning her against the wall, my lips exploring every inch of hers. I trace my tongue along her lips, but she keeps her mouth sealed; as a gesture of my frustration, I give her firm ass a tantalizing squeeze, followed by a sharp, passionate slap that causes her to gasp. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she eagerly sucked on it.