Stole A Kiss Novels & Stories

Valerie scoffed, "Suck it up, Andre. We need to go. We're running late, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep my brother and his girlfriend waiting." "Your brother, his girlfriend, and the Karaoke bar can all wait. This is our moment, Val." Valerie wanted to get away from Andre but his arms circled her waist and he pulled her even closer. His breath fanned her face and his hands held her gown hungrily and tore it apart. Valerie stared at him with a horrified expression on her face and right as she opened her mouth to complain, Andre's lips captured hers in a passionate kiss.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

Reporters shouted over one another, microphones pointed at us like weapons. I didn’t kiss him back. But I didn’t pull away either. Because my body froze. Because for all my intent plans of destruction, I hadn’t prepared for what it would feel like—to be touched like this, in front of the world, by the man I was supposed to hate. The man who once laughed at my pain. The man who now held me as if I belonged to him. Silently, I tasted bitterness. My first kiss … Not born of love. Not born of sincerity. But stolen by the manipulation of a man I utterly despised. He took it without permission. Without remorse.

But for no clear reason, the kiss is no longer a tool to punish but to pleasure. Tabitha opened her lips to welcome Keith to feel the acceptance and the rush. The guy explored Tabitha's sweet lips. They breathed into each other as if they were thirsty. Their lips pressed together. "Yuhu! Tabitha… there was a strange car outside. I was worried, so I came to check…." Linda Jones' voice filled the center doorway, and the woman stood transfixed when she saw Keith standing with Tabitha. Hearing that grandmother's voice, they both moved away from each other, at the same time shocked at what was happening between them.

Morning light streamed through the tall windows, scattering across Emilia’s room in golden shards. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched breakfast tray a maid had delivered hours earlier. The silver dome covered food she couldn’t bring herself to eat. Her lips still tingled from the night before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t erase the memory of that kiss—her first real kiss stolen as collateral. Emilia gritted her teeth. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t affection. It was a chain, wrapped in silk and steel.

His strong, muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pressed me against his chest. If I thought the kisses he gave me on my neck showed me the stars, this was a whole different level. His kiss was nothing like I had imagined. It was gentle. It was tender. It was full of passion that called out to my soul. And by the time I remembered how to function, it ended as suddenly as it had come. “You…” I breathed, trying to recover from the dazed haze I was in. “You stole my kiss!” My hand touched my lips, reminiscing about his soft ones on them.

My breath shudders as his body presses against mine, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of his shirt—the one I stole from his room. A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” I glare up at him, refusing to cower. “Kill me, then.” His grip tightens. “No,” he breathes, voice thick with something almost…hungry. “I think I’ll do something else.” His mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is brutal—punishing. Nothing about it is soft. He devours me, his teeth sinking into my lower lip until I taste blood. I struggle, but my body betrays me, heat pooling deep in my stomach as his hands roam, grasping, claiming.

My heart is frantic right now. "I'm sorry I stole your first kiss," Tobias murmurs as he lies in front of me. His face is inches away from mine now. Our breaths mingle as he brushes a strand of blonde hair away from my eyes. "But with this, you will be more experienced when you meet the love of your life." His lips curl, and then he leans in, stealing more than my lips because... this kiss? It's more perfect than the last. How can he be so good at kissing?!

Stealing a part of them they can never get back. Lexi sighs. “It started out consensual. I thought I was getting my first kiss, then he, like… overwhelmed me. I was caught up in being picked by the hottest guy in the pack and then… well… It escalated and by the time I was saying no he was ignoring my requests and… and…” tears trickle down her cheeks.

He brought them to my lips, painted my own taste across them like gloss. “Open.” I did. His fingers slid from my mouth, slick with my own taste, and before I could draw a single steady breath he yanked me into him. The kiss wasn’t a kiss; it was a theft. His mouth slammed over mine, tongue driving deep, claiming every inch I’d just cleaned for him. He kissed me like he was starving, like he wanted to erase every lie I’d ever told Julian with the stroke of his tongue. I tried to gasp his name; he swallowed it.