Novel & Cerita Kissing My Obsessive Enemy

“It’s tradition!” And I had gone along with it, leaning forward blindly when someone guided me. The kiss had been… shocking. Hot. Intimate. Unexpectedly perfect. And then—oh, God—when I’d pulled off the blindfold, I had frozen. Because standing there, looking at me with strangely intense eyes as if the kiss was perfect for him too—which I know it wasn't—was Cesare. I’d felt horror. Absolute despair at the fact that not only had they all played a sick game to make me kiss my enemy, but…

I didn't like being kissed without my consent, thank you. - I'm not done yet, Sam- And my whole shirt was ripped open. -What are you doing unhappy? - I blushed and covered myself as much as I could. -I want to continue testing if ... -DO NOT! Hear me loud and clear. Do not But he was already kissing me again while I was fighting him. It wasn't so nice anymore. He had become a bit obsessive. I kept punching him, but they meant nothing to him. It was like kissing a wall. A bit pushy wall.

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.

Or maybe I was possessed. Because, for some reason, I kissed Tito Damien. And it didn’t end there. Something happened between us. I lost my virginity in the name of revenge. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t know who I should be mad at. At Tito Damien's? But I was the one who kissed him first. And now… the memories of last night began to flood back. “Mica, what are you doing?” Tito Damien had asked, startled.

And pressed a warm kiss on the back of my hand. A violent shiver ran through my entire body. Then he whispered in his rough, husky voice: “Good morning… my sweet one.” My breath stopped. One moment… My sweet one…? Sweet one?! My brain completely froze. Heat rushed to my face so fast I thought I might actually catch fire. As for him… He watched me with that calm, amused expression, clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment. “Gab…!” His name came out of my mouth weak and flustered in a humiliating way.

“They want a story? I’ll give them a goddamn story.” He moved with a suddenness that stole her breath. One hand caged her against the wall by her head. The other came up, his fingers not touching her face, but hovering so close she felt their heat. His eyes blazed with a decade of obsession, a year of war, and a desperate, furious want. This was the forced, passionate kiss. Not born of love, but of a tension so high it had to snap. It was a collision, not a meeting. His mouth crashed down on hers.

I deepen the kiss as my fingers trail his broad shoulders. For a moment, the war, the academy, everything disappears. It’s just us in the graveyard. Heat burns low in my pussy as his hands slide down to my hips. I gasp, fighting hard to restrain myself from enjoying this pleasure. I grit my teeth, breathe out and give in... A tiny voice in my head screams that this is wrong, that I’m kissing the enemy, that I should stop, but I ignore the silly voice. Then a voice cuts through the night. “Jaden… are you there? Have you found the stray cat?”

he said as he finished himself on me, sucking and kissing my body. “Stop talking, you bastard! Just kiss me and make me yours,” I said, looking into those greenish eyes that attracted me so much. He was taking it over my mouth, our breaths mixing. “You’re right, I better enjoy it; otherwise, you’ll change your mind, right?” He said. “Uhm. You are my enemy, right? I can't make love to my own enemy. This is too gross,” I frowned. He laughed, nodding. “You’re right… I better take advantage and fuck you right away.” He grabbed one of my breasts and sucked it eagerly, making me throw my head back and moan.

His mouth moved against mine like he owned me, like he had every right to take whatever he wanted, and for one terrifying moment, I let him. I gasped into his kiss, my hands flying to his chest. I pushed, desperate to shove him away, but it was useless. He was solid, unmovable, like pushing against the side of a mountain. He didn’t even sway. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder, his tongue slipping past mine with bold confidence that made my blood boil and burn at the same time. My mind screamed at me. Stop. Remember who he is. Emiliano Russo. The enemy. Your rival. The one person you are supposed to hate.