Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

“Well… Stalkers are unwanted, for one thing. And I’m actually a fan of whatever this is you’re experiencing, so… That suggestion’s off the table. Obsession, on the other hand—” He nodded diligently as I opened my door. “You think I’m obsessed?” he asked, following me as I turned to face him before backing into my apartment. “I’m obsessed with you, aren’t I?” When he shut the door at his back, I bit my lip, relishing that predatory look on his face. He wanted to kiss me again. “Well, if you’re obsessed, then I’m obsessed.” Taking a step toward me, his gaze full of heat and yearning, he asked, “So what’re we going to do about it? I can’t stay away, no matter how hard I try. But I don’t want an

Nayel Jefferson is kissing me. Nayel Jefferson my obnoxious, piece of shit, entitled, rude, the short-tempered boss is kissing me. He has shoved me against a wall, trapped me under his huge frame, holding my hands above my head, and pressed his cold lips against mine.

Doesn’t she know by now I’m the bad guy? “I thought if I didn’t see you or talk to you, maybe I’d forget you existed. I’d forget how much I wanted you, but it’s impossible.” I trace her jawline with my fingers before tipping her chin upward, aligning our mouths. “I’m obsessed with you. Your essence, the air you breathe. You are mine. Nobody else’s, ever.”

She was so shocked and all her face got pale so before she got nervous I bite her ears to show that whatever she was doing make me hot and I didn’t mind all this at all. “Someone is horny today morning wanted to do something real?” I said while giving a smirk to her At this point, I was already hot enough that I also can’t stand a chance to let her go and I really don’t care about anything at this time so I let all my excitement take over my body. She was embarrassed I can see that but I was happy to know that I was the one who is making her wet so I did what I want to do. I press my body on her as I smash my lips hungrily. I didn’t sleep for weeks since this bet and I couldn’t control mysel

But I transferred it to my laptop first. I watched it again. And again. And again. There was no adrenaline this time, no fight or flight. No alcohol. No chaos. It had been quiet. Calm. Real. And she kissed me. Bianca Marcello kissed me. And I somehow got even more obsessed, as if that was even possible.

It’s hard to find someone who can be a true friend, but an enemy often appears without needing to be searched. *** From his desk, which was blocked by a glass door, Chin Hwa made a smile with the tip of his eyebrows raised high. Qeiza’s facial expression, when she blinked fast her eyes repeatedly while staring at her computer, looked very cute in Chin Hwa’s sight. “I guessed someone has just won a lottery.” All at once, Chin Hwa had stood exactly in front of Qeiza, exposing his teasing smile. “Need to be celebrated?”

Perhaps, a few days away from her was going to do the trick. He felt a shiver run through him as something warm encompassed his cock. He looked down to see Leila working him vigorously with her mouth. He growled dangerously and grabbed her auburn hair pulling her backwards. His cock fell out of her mouth and stood at attention. His eyes flashed as he looked down at her from his lofty position. "I fucking told you to be obedient and only do as I say." He told her and growled at her furiously. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the way she had done, what he feared most was that he was going to get used to her. And that was the last thing he wanted.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

I was taken aback, even though I had anticipated it. My body froze for a moment, caught in the throes of a forbidden desire. I was kissing the enemy! He was kissing me! I should stop! But instead of pulling away, I found myself responding, my lips dancing with his in a dangerous ballet. This single act sealed my fate. He slid his leg beneath mine, adjusting our position on the bed to make me more comfortable, though comfort was the last thing on my mind. Rominic's hands roamed my body, tracing a path of desire up my neck and into my hair. He had a particular fondness for my hair, always tangling his fingers in it. A soft moan escaped from both of us, swallowed by our joined lips.

However, the memory of Gina kept creeping back, distracting him from his work. As he relaxed in the warm embrace of his bath, the memory of the encounter with Gina and Harold at the club suddenly came back to him. He realized that Gina was deceiving his cousin, Brother Daniel Edward, and he couldn't help but feel angry and betrayed. The revelation made Edric question everything he knew about Gina. It was a fascinating and captivating narrative that kept unfolding in his mind, making him wonder what other secrets she might be hiding.