Novel & Cerita Kissing My Obsessive Enemy

“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.”

“Listen, I’m saying this as a friend. We’re friends, right?” I nod, smiling at the thought. Today was the first day we really got to spend together, but I really like her. I want to call her a friend. “Of course,” I answer. “Then as your friend, I’m telling you I know an obsessed man when I see one. And that man right there…” She cocks her head in his direction, trying to be discreet, but it still makes me blush because it’s a little obvious. “That man is obsessed with you. He wants to kiss you again. I’d bet all my money on it.”

The kiss was not just an expression of affection but also a release of all the frustration Seth had felt throughout the day on the golf course. Jasmine was stunned, her body tensing under Seth’s grip. Yet, she felt a complex mix of emotions. Seth's burning anger, deep-seated anxiety, and beneath it all, unspoken love. She tried to push Seth away, but her efforts were futile. Seth kissed her deeper, as if he wanted to merge with Jasmine, to erase all uncertainties and pain haunting them. Finally, Seth pulled back, panting heavily. His eyes bore into Jasmine's with an intensity that made her heart pound. "I can't stand it anymore, Mine. Hearing another man call you that... I feel like I'm goin

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

As they pulled away, their eyes locked once again, and they knew that this was just the beginning of a not so beautiful love story. They laid there, buried in each other’s gaze, lost in the moment, knowing that their kiss had ignited something that would burn brightly for a long time. “Why are you doing this exactly? I am not your enemy, I had nothing to do with your past. Why won’t you let me go?” She lamented with her eyes closed nursing her frustration. “I can’t.” “But why.” Missy was sharp with her response, her lashes flapping open in an instant showing her scrambled understanding of his obsession.

His hand thudded beside her head, holding her there. "I know exactly who the enemy is," he snarled. "And that is anyone who attempts to take you away from me." Her breathing caught. "Is this about possession? Control?" "No," he breathed, his fingers tracing down her jaw. "It's obsession." And so it was, tension snapped. His lips crashed into hers, not tenderness—defiling, outraged, grasping. She tugged at his chest for a moment, trying to get away, but he would not let her go. His arms were closing in tighter, his kiss brutal.

“Fuck everyone's thoughts.” “And now, I'm beginning to feel alone in the obsession.” Kieran chuckled. “Boy, you know that you're in my head 24/7. You're the only person I'm obsessed with.” I kissed him again. “You have so much control over me that I'm going crazy.” “You speak for two.” We kissed again.

He moved towards me, smooth, calculated, predatory, till his breath whispered hot against my cheek and I could feel the rumble of his speech vibrating in his chest. ‘I'm not a soft lover,’ he whispered, his voice low and thick like syrup on glass. “I’m an obsessive one.” I felt my stomach turn, my breath caught sharp. My mouth opened – I had some snappy thing to say, some put-down hovering on the tip of my tongue – but it slipped quickly from my mind as those fingers closed in tight onto the edge of my pants and yanked me forward to crash me solidly down onto the couch beside him.

I'm addicted to his kiss. It gives me warmness all over my body and the tingles that I never felt before. I never thought making out with my enemy would be this good , I even sit on his lap and hugging him. Making out a few times and experience his touch even we didn't sleep together "Sorry about earlier" Suddenly Joey said and I turned to him , his brown eyes shines beautifully because of the moonlight "You're always an asshole" I said "I'm just bored and you're sleeping , so I need to entertain myself"

Instead, her fingers curled slowly into the front of my shirt. That tiny movement nearly shattered me. I backed her against the heavy bag carefully, trapping her between my body and the leather. “You know what I thought when I saw him looking at you?” I asked quietly. She swallowed hard. “What?” “That he was seeing something he had no right to want.” The tension between us exploded violently. My mouth crashed against hers before either of us could stop it. The kiss was rough. Possessive. Jealousy and obsession poured into every second of it.