Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

I stepped between them, one hand on her throat—not squeezing, just feeling her pulse thunder under my palm. “This isn’t love,” I told her, staring into her eyes. “This is obsession.” She nodded. “Good. I don’t want love. I want you.” I lost myself in her mouth again. In the way she kissed like she had something to prove. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my sweats and I didn’t stop her. I let her wrap her hand around me and stroke like she knew exactly how to undo me. And she did. Fuck, she did.

“And right now.” He leaned forward, pushing his head closer to mine. I felt our noses touching. He was close, so close to me that I could feel his rapid breathing on my face. I stared at his lips, fighting the urge to taste them. I watched him get closer, and before I could tell what was going to happen, he pressed his lips against mine, shutting whatever I was going to spill. A kiss. I was kissing the enemy. A dangerous mafia lord. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling my heart threatening to burst open at the thought.

My stomach warmed with something I tried to suppress and before I could blink, trying to tell myself that he was my enemy but then, he closed the little distance between us, his bloody hand slid around the back of my neck, tilting his head slightly as he lowered his lips into mine. My breath etched as his cherry lips moved over mine, slowly at first but then roughly as if he couldn't get enough of it. My hands pressed against his chest, pushing him slightly but then his hand pressed my head from behind making it hard for me to break the kiss. His tongue parted my lips roughly, thrusting into my mouth, saliva mixing, earning a moan from me. I knew that I shouldn't be kissing my enemy but deep

But I’m not giving up so easily. I press a delicate kiss to his neck. Featherlight. Teasing. Enough to make him shiver. I kiss him again, and his body stills. “You’re just irresistible, Jace,“ I murmur against his skin, my lips brushing against him with every word. “I can’t help wanting you. I have an unhealthy obsession with you.“ His body stills, his breathing halts for a moment, as if my confession has thrown him off balance. I kiss his neck again, savoring the way he stiffens beneath my touch.

It’s no longer just hatred; it’s an obsession that has reached its breaking point. Without warning, our mouths collide. We crash into each other in a kiss that is pure, violent fury. It’s not soft; it’s a collision of teeth and desperation. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I realize with a jolt of terror that I’m not pulling away.

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And the second he called her his, I wanted to take her even more. I grabbed her wrist. She gasped and tried pulling away immediately. "Let go of me." Her voice shook with anger. Not weakness. Anger. I leaned closer until my mouth was near her ear. "You wear my enemy's name," I said softly. "That alone should scare you." Her breath caught. For one second, something dangerous passed between us. The way her body reacted to my voice made me more obsessed. The kind that ruins lives. Then she whispered, "Go to hell."

It's been less than twenty-four hours since I returned from my two-month business trip to finalize the deal with Transcorp, and this is what welcomes me home. To make matters worse, instead of celebrating my return, he'd openly celebrated the successful deal with his lover, Kira. And now he's standing here, asking for an open marriage. "I don't need to explain myself to you, Cassandra," he says curtly, raking a hand through his hair as he walks over to the vanity, pretending to busy himself even though there's nothing there to do. "So, I get to meet other people, right?" I ask calmly. "And you get to meet other people too?"

I nodded. “I have to go!!.” I told her and immediately left the locker room. I was running from Jaden Maxwell, he was my first boyfriend and the only guy I have ever dated, but unfortunately Jaden became abusive and unhealthy which led to our breakup. Ever since we have been enemies, well he had seen me like his enemy while I saw him as a man I once loved. “Hey!!.” He yelled. I began to run trying to get as far as I could get from him, he came closer and I could hear his footsteps behind me. I ran faster but how could I outrun a pacemaker, with fear already pulling me back.