Steamy Enemies To Lovers Novels & Stories

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

, Liam said sincerely " Me and your girlfriend! how could you think about me as your girlfriend? Just because your dad is my dad's best friend and my mom is your mom's good friend that ddoesn'tmean you will forget who you are. You and your parents are our servants who work for Williams and how dare you think that I will accept the proposal to be the girlfriend of the son of my dad's servant. Oops, I, forgot you are also the servants of my brother, you are also the same as your father who fed on his mercy, you whole generations will be fed because we are so merciful on you all Don't you dare to cross your limit You and your whole family are like the loyal dog who will serve us and in retur

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

Why not? “Yeah, sure,” I said. “I mean, we can be friends, right?” Liam stared and chuckled, shaking his head. “I don't want to be friends with you, Angel eyes.” My stomach dropped. “What?” He leaned forward, propping his arms on the counter. “Friends don't fuck each other, do they?” he husked. My eyes widened at his response. He leaned even closer. “Let me tell you a secret, I have wanted to fuck you since the day we met, angel eyes.”

“Keep dreaming, you arrogant bastard.” “Oh, I do,” I reply, stepping even closer until our bodies nearly touch. The heat of her skin seeps through the thin fabric of my shirt, burning me. “Every damn night. And in those dreams, you’re not fighting me. You’re underneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, moaning my name while I fuck every last drop of that hatred out of you.”

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

But then I heard footsteps behind me, light and cocky, and there he was Jax, my stupid stepbrother, sauntering in like he owned the place in nothing but his boxers, that low-slung waistband doing things it had no right to, his hair all messy from sleep or whatever he'd been doing upstairs. My eyes went straight there, traitor that my body was, and fuck, I felt it immediately that warm rush between my legs, soaking through my shorts like I hadn't just sworn off him a million times. He caught me staring, of course, that smirk spreading slowly across his face as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, muscles flexing like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Why the cold shoulder, Liv? You'

“This isn’t a one-time thing for me, Bella. I’ve wanted you for too long. Now that I’ve had a taste… I’m not letting you go.” My heart fluttered with a dangerous mix of excitement and fear. Forbidden love. That’s what this was. My husband’s brother. The ultimate betrayal. And yet, lying here in the bed I shared with Marco, filled with another man’s cum, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. We stayed like that for nearly an hour — touching, kissing, whispering filthy promises of what we would do next time. Luca’s cock eventually hardened again against my thigh, but we both knew time was running out. The kids would be dropped off soon. Marco might come home early.

He opened his mouth, lifting his tongue out to meet mine when I decided to play a little game of revenge and frustration I was used to surviving for twenty years being with him as his best friend and craving for him and his love from a distance. Breaking our heated kiss much to his disgrunt and disapproval, I trailed hot open mouthed kisses down his throat, slightly nipping on his pulse. I wanted to use my teeth so desperately to mark him as my own but our little beautiful Lara wouldn't appreciate it though I would have loved to see her face when Edward would tell her how I gave him a hickey on our innocent game of pretending as real husband and wife.