Kiss To Shatter の小説・ストーリー

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

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.

Edgar stormed over, grabbed my hand, and dragged me to Lisette. I stumbled and raised my hand out of reflex. Unexpectedly, Lisette covered her face and screamed, "Please don't hit me! Don't hit me! I know I was wrong! I won't bring up my dad again! I promise! Please!" Silas and Edgar froze in place. They turned to me, their eyes burning with more than just rage—there was venom in them, as if I had murdered their fathers. "You've actually hit her before?" "Cecilia, how could you be that evil? Apologize to Lise now!"

"But why, Cassia? Why did you hate me so much? What did I ever do to make you feel like you had to destroy me?" Cassia’s eyes met hers, and for the first time, Elara saw tears glistening in the corners of her sister’s eyes. It was a sight she had never thought she would see—Cassia, the unshakable, cold-hearted woman who had always been in control, was crumbling before her.

I ball my hands into fists to keep from touching her creamy skin. No, I don't want to scare her. The first time I fuck my beauty, I don't want her cowering in fear. Though it's probably more than I should hope for, I want her to want me back. I want her to be as mad with lust for me as I am for her. I won't touch her until she's begging for me, needy and wanting. I shift uneasily, cock hardening at the thought. Maybe her fear will keep me from taking her right here on the floor like an animal, the way my body is urging me to.

"I said crush, not that I have fallen in love with her. But I will treat her like a queen and make her not regret marrying her." "Oh, look who is talking; His wonders shall never end. You said you wouldn’t marry again and wouldn’t give your heart to any girl. But here you are promising a girl to treat her well. "Oh, what happened?" "I am not a fool to hold on to a rotten rope. No matter what I will marry, it is better to get over the past and move on to the future. Not all ground nuts are spoiled. Some are good, and others are spoiled. So I will have to try all waters to see which is cold and what is hot."

"I want him to notice me, I don't care if he has a girlfriend" "They look so cute together and I adore them so much" "If my boyfriend does not behave like this, imma gonna break up with him" "He is so caring, can't you see how he opened her car door" They continued murmuring inaudible words among themselves and shockingly, Aaron hold Cercelia's waist and kissed her romantically in front of the students and the murmuring becomes louder echoeing. "I love this couples so much" "I am their biggest fans" They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of the

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

I bit down on his lip, chewed, and licked, a chaotic dance of fury and desire. My hands, no longer just scratching, tore at the already tattered fabric of his shirt, ripping it from his body. For the first time, I let my hands roam freely across his skin. Ryker's body shivered in my grasp, a raw, involuntary response that sent a jolt of power through me. He pulled me tighter against him, our bodies mashing together, the kiss deepening into something more consuming than before. The world around us—the shattered glass, the broken furniture—simply vanished. There was only the fire between us, a scorching, dangerous mix of rage and desperate need.

The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant. When he playfully bit my lower lip, I felt a surge of excitement building within me, threatening to consume me entirely. For a few blissful seconds, I tilted my head, yearning for more. But then, abruptly, he halted, his breath coming in heavy, rapid gasps. I craved more, desperately wanting to delve deeper into this intoxicating connection. "Sh*t!" he whispered, his words barely audible. I was genuinely taken aback by his next move. The warmth of his palm gently squeezed one of my mounds, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. My breath hitched, and a gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of