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.

he whispered as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. In an instant, his lips captured mine—soft, hesitant at first, as if he were afraid I might pull away. But I melted into him, deepening the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed myself against him, hungry for what he could offer. It was more than just a kiss; it was an unspoken promise, a declaration that we were no longer enemies in this battle, but allies, lovers.

“Oh my God, my mum saw you didn't she? She's so going to kill me.” “I need to do better,” I said and she frowned at me. “What do you mean?” “We were kissing just now, and you could remember that I didn't come through the window today; I need to make you more obsessed the way I am. Nothing makes sense to me when you touch me; I need you to be that way, too. That's what you do to me.” I said and kissed her neck. And she shuddered. She was wearing a lingerie that showed her cleavage and I kissed her cleavage.

People like him didn’t change, no matter how much they pretended. But as I clenched my fists, determined to push him out of my thoughts, my gaze fell to my lips. Unbidden, the memory of the kiss we’d shared earlier flooded my mind. The way his lips had pressed against mine—firm yet tender, with a passion that caught me off guard—sent a shiver down my spine. My body betrayed me, reacting in a way I didn’t want it to.

He leaned down and slammed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was sudden, fierce, and entirely possessive. It wasn't a gentle attempt to comfort me, nor was it a quiet plea for sanity. It was an assertion of absolute control, a dark, commanding claim that instantly shattered the hyperventilating terror in my lungs. He pressed his lips hard against mine, stealing my breath and consuming every ounce of focus I had left.

I purposely don't mention it, just to see if she sticks to what she asked earlier. I glance over my shoulder and watch her barely get to her feet. Her knees are shaking, and I immediately think of how much I'd like to be the cause of that. I mean, I kind of am, but for all the wrong reasons. "Now it's your turn to fulfil your end of the deal, Alpha Romano. Just one last kiss," Enya is still staring at the floor as she tries to move closer to me. I take a few steps towards her but stop at a safe distance. I don't know how much longer I can hold back as she begs for the kiss I want to give her so badly. I grip the knife and drop my hand to my side. "What do you mean last? And I know we had a d