Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

I quickly nodded, leaning in to kiss him. His soft lips molded with mine and we kissed slowly, I parted my lips, allowing him entry into my mouth. I moaned softly when his cold tongue touched mine, my hands running down his shirt over his chest. I could feel his hard abs underneath the thin fabric. I felt every dip and muscle, wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes off. He pulled away from our kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. "I'm obsessed with you." He whispered to me with a slight chuckle. I smiled at him, "obsession is unhealthy."

his voice is shaky. "Yes. For me to be happy, I need peace and that peace can only be found if I stay away from you, physically. You have my number anyway," I say. Silence. He sighs and I tiptoe and plant a small kiss on his lips but he doesn't allow my lips to leave his that fast. He kisses me with so much passion and I kiss him back. His lips feel so foreign. What the fuck are you doing? Are you thick in the head? He's now the enemy. You're kissing the enemy!!! My subconscious warns me.

“Because I’m obsessed with you, Ocean. Every part of you. Every thought you have, every touch, every moment of fear or desire — I claim it all. And I will never let anyone take it from me. Not Vanessa. Not Adrian. Not anyone.” She reached for my hand, fingers curling around mine. “I… I don’t ever want to leave you.” “You won’t,” I murmured, leaning down to press my lips to hers. The kiss was feral, possessive, claiming every inch of her. “You’re mine. Always. And I’ll make sure the world remembers that.” By the time we reached the penthouse, my obsession had only deepened. Every glance, every whisper, every brush of her skin reminded me of what I couldn’t risk losing. I needed her, wanted he

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

he resisted, suppressing his giggle at me. “Come closer,” I smiled and made him tilt his body towards the table. “What?” I pulled on his tie and claimed his lips, “You are mine. Remember that.” I bit his lower lip hard. The next moment I saw the ladies were not looking at us, “Now they know there is no chance here.” I rolled my eyes and started eating my food. “Are you possessive about me?” “Why shouldn’t I be?” “On another note, I am obsessed with you, Mr. Decker Costello,”

I could feel his warm breath on my face and my heart raced wildly in my chest. “Oh, dammit,” he said and pressed his lips against mine. Jake fucking Kingston kissed me. My enemy and sole competitor in everything since freshman year. The one person I hated and couldn't stand. Yes, him. He kissed me so hard that I felt sparks going off in my brain. I pushed his hand away and grabbed his jacket, pouring all the energy from my anger into kissing him back. His lips were soft and welcoming, and I moaned against his mouth as the kiss deepened.

ALEXA Okay. So here's the thing. You're not supposed to kiss the man you were ordered to kill. You're especially not supposed to kiss him while you're straddling him with a knife to his chest. Oops. His hands found my hips, and my heart took one long, dramatic pause, like it had no idea which team it was playing for anymore. The enemy? The ex? God, I was so screwed. His lips moved against mine with that signature Killian arrogance, the kind that said, 'I know you're dangerous, baby, but I'll still die in your arms, smiling.' And the worst part? My body was matching his energy because it was a traitor.

he breathes, “we’re just another couple taking advantage of the blackout. Do. Not. Flinch.” Before she can protest— His mouth crashes down on hers. Hard. Commanding. All cover, no apology. Heat slams through her as his lips crush hers, his hand holding her in place. His body pins her, thigh wedged between hers, the scent of rain and smoke and danger crowding her lungs. She knows it’s camouflage. A tactic. Her fingers still curl in his shirt anyway. A flashlight beam lingers on them. “Just horny rich assholes,” a voice snorts. “Keep moving. The Moretti girl’s not that stupid.”

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”