Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

He said, his words dripping with his enticing Italian accent. “You dominated that meeting like a true Mafia Queen.” He started to kiss my neck, biting and sucking on my delicate skin. My heart raced with need. I tilted my head back, giving him more access. His kisses ignited my senses like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His inked hands maneuvering around my body as if he’s known it forever. This feels so right… but… it’s just so.. wrong. So fuking wrong. This is so wrong. He’s the enemy. ALLEGRA HES THE FUCKING ENEMY.

“Exactly what I want, Rani. I want your hatred for me to increase. I want to sweep you into a world of passion where you will never wish to return, at the end, I will abandon you, making you want me even more and you wouldn’t get me. Give it a shot if you think I’m lying.” If he kisses me, I won’t be able to shout. If I shout now, people are going to blame me because they will think we are lovers and our love life shouldn’t be exposed. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I will give it a shot. I will let Sidd, my enemy kiss me. Maybe then he will back out from troubling me. I nodded then closed my eyes. “You can kiss me,” I permitted. I waited nervously. How would it feel? How does a first kiss f

Then again, Yang Tian-Xu lean his body inward for another soft and passionate kiss. “I want you to like me too, An-An,” he whispered in a soft and compassionate voice as he continued to kiss her again. Their tongues rolled around each other as he suckled hers. They stopped for a few seconds for air before Yang Tian-Xu fondled her breast. It was full, and the shape fits in his hand, perfectly.

I couldn't listen to another carefully constructed sentence. So I did the only thing I could think of to shut him up. I kissed him. It wasn't gentle or romantic. It was a collision. It was messy, angry, and desperate. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to me, my mouth crashing against his. He froze for a second, his body rigid with surprise. Then, a low sound escaped his throat, and his hands came up to my waist, gripping me hard, as if he had been waiting for this, as if he was starving for it.

Annie's POV: On a second thought, did last night actually happen? Yeah, it fucking did happen. I kissed a girl? And I liked it. I know what y'all gonna be thinking, was it my first time kissing a girl? Well, for real kiss? It sure was my fucking first time. Damn it. She's the most adorable girl I have ever set my eyes on, and that moment when she got slicker, she's even cuter. Have you ever had an obsession? Something that you're obviously craving for, something you want so much, and you just want it to be yours and wouldn't have to share with another?

My moans have gotten louder and my eyes can't stay open. Just when I am about to hit my orgasm, he slips his fingers out. My breath catches in my throat, and my body stiffens. The shaking slowly stops, and so does the fast pace of my heartbeat, but the throbbing and the desires are still there, desperate. “Open your eyes, mi amor,” he whispers. I slowly open my eyes, my face heating up in embarrassment. He is supposed to be my enemy. He grips my chin and forces me to watch him lick off my juices from his long fingers.

I fiercely look up and I dint know he’s been staring at me. I stunned. I never had eye contact with guys in a while after I became aloof and this is the first time again. I should push him but my arms are not working. My mind is not in condition to take commands. What am I even doing? It’s like… I am enchanted and couldn’t get rid of him. Am I just too intoxicated not to be able to think properly…? I don’t like me now… “I want to kiss you…” *gasp* *Kissed*

PRESENT SELENE’S POV: The problem with kissing your boss, who also happened to be your highschool enemy and inconveniently, the object of every sick fnatasy you’d ever had—as I very quickly realized—was that you still had to see him the next day and it was awkward as fuck. I’ve only had a Sunday to spiral and internally die in peace about the kiss and before I knew it, it was Monday and I had to show up to the office and pretend that everything was fine.

He cradled Peter’s face, his thumbs wiping away the tears. "I can't fight with you. I can't." He pulled Peter up, their foreheads touching. "I'd rather be in the fire with you than safe and alone without you." The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a collision, a desperate, hard clash of lips and teeth and shared terror. Enzo’s hands fisted in Peter’s shirt, pulling him closer as if he could physically fuse them together. "You're mine," Enzo growled against his mouth, his voice thick with possession and fear. "Tell me you're still mine."

“He kissed me like he meant it. Twice.” “I know, babe.” “And now he’s my boss.” “Yeah…” “And I work right outside his office.” “Yikes.” We slurped in silence for a moment. Hailey reached over and grabbed my hand. “I think he’s lying. It meant something. You don’t just kiss someone like that and feel nothing.” “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “Maybe I was just a one-time experiment.” “Bullshit. That man looked at you like you were the last person on earth who could ruin him.”