Rainbow Dash Kisses Novels & Stories

“Fi—fiancée? I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t know.” I smirk before I can stop myself. “That’s fine,” Diana says calmly. Bonnie bows and exits quickly. I look at Diana. “What was that?” “What?” She feigns innocence. “You’re enjoying this.” “Maybe.” She unpacks the food. “And we should get my ring later. It’ll reduce misunderstandings.” She glances at the clock. “You have thirty minutes.” She goes back to reading. I stare at the food longer than necessary before finally eating.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

And that threat spread like wildfire. DJ Vibrant came on stage and wrapped an arm around Wakely. I knew she hated to be touched by strangers. The fond memory of her telling me about the pregnant lady rule flitted through my mind. When her father was done babbling, the DJ leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. My hands clenched at my sides. The fucking asshole was going to get it. He was going to get it for touching my girl. She was mine…not his. Wakely made a face when he kissed her, then her face paled when she saw her father staring at her. He charged at her and grabbed her arm as he bolted off stage.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

I squeezed out. He released my neck and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was hot, possessive, almost angry. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned, squeezing my ass hard through the dress. Our tongues battled as the love egg suddenly buzzed to life again, making me super sensitive. Every vibration sent sparks through my body.

Cheesy lifted her hand to wipe the corner of her swollen lips and smiled bitterly. “Since Mr. Daryl has kissed me…” Cheesy whispered softly, “Then Young Master Daryl owes me twenty million.” Daryl blinked, not believing what he had just heard. “What?” he asked in a low voice, almost growling. Cheesy nodded, still smiling, though her eyes were wet. “My kiss f*e for tonight is twenty million. No less.” Hearing this, Daryl nearly lost control. His hand clenched into a fist, and his breath quickened.

she said. Their gazes locked, the world around them fading away. Slowly, Robin leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. Dana responded immediately, her hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. The air between them shifted, the warmth of their connection igniting into something more. Robin’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as their kisses grew more fervent. Dana’s heartbeat quickened, matching the rhythm of his as they surrendered to the moment.

I’m just gonna leave as I wanted to earlier. I turned to go but halted. Maybe I should have used the opportunity to check his tattoo. I’ll just pull the shirt down his arm little. ‘Oh Jesus! Rosa you are isane? What are you thinking???’ Yeah, that’s a total pervert move. I won’t touch him again. Hmmn. Who knows, maybe Dash puts on lip gloss to make his lips red. Yeah! Kelvin does that sometimes, most times. I smiled to myself. Since he is deep asleep, I should continue. He wouldn’t know.

Greyson approached Kesha, his hands holding her face. "Oh, Lara," he whispered, trailing his tongue along Kesha's lips. "If Aaron isn't already in the palm of your hand, make sure he is." "How?" Lara recoiled in disgust. As Greyson's lips pressed against Kesha's, the air seemed to crackle with tension, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of their illicit connection. His kiss was not just a mere gesture of affection; it was a calculated move, designed to convey dominance and control.