Romans & histoires Stolen Kiss

Chapter 49: Stolen Moment It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t a question. It was a claiming and a surrender all at once. His lips were firm and warm against hers, moving with a desperate, hungry certainty. It was the kiss he should have given her on their wedding day—a kiss of possession, of alliance, of a bond forged in fire.

“Anyway, you have some activities lined up. First on the list is a picture.” “What kind of picture?” I asked slowly. “A kissing picture,” he simply said. “None of these would matter if we don't have at least one picture of you and Maverick kissing, happy in love.” I shot to my feet so fast the chair squealed on the marble floor. “What??!” “It’s in the contract,” he reminded me, calmly. “The blogs already believe the story, now we just have to feed them.” A chill ran down my spine. A kiss. Another kiss.

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.

He looked into my eyes, “Until you.” There was a glow when he admitted it, as I found my hand reaching out for his, our fingers lacing together. I drew closer and our breaths met, his lips a few inches from mine, and then we kissed. A kiss charged with desire. The sharp kiss left my heart leaping, but the moment was interrupted when we heard—a man’s cry, hoarse, coming from the ballroom. We ran in to find a crowd that formed around a security team that had taken down a thug, his bloody face screaming, “Galden’s coming for you all!” Chaos mounted, and suddenly a projector sprang to life and an image was projected on the wall — Stefan and me on the balcony, my hand in his, with a caption in bo

Back then, my pride couldn't handle even the smallest bruise, so I shot back, "I'm just playing with her." Selena sighed in relief upon hearing that. Then, she added, "I asked that deaf-o for answers on the last test, but she pretended not to hear. Since she wants to act deaf, let's make sure she can't hear at all. Jon, if you take her cochlear implants, then I'll believe you're not serious about her." Looking back, I realized just how foolish I was. I actually stole Madeline's cochlear implants and threw them away. Regret washed over me when I saw the confusion in her eyes and the desperation on her parents' faces as they knelt before everyone. But I didn't know how to confess my wrongdoing

I put all my emotions, all the things I wanted to say and couldn't find the words or the time to tell him into my kiss, hoping he would understand. “I love you,” I whispered as my lips left his. He tensed slightly under my fingertips, but I didn't stop my words. “I love you not because you're a billionaire, but because you're Aiden. I love who you are, not what you are.” I didn't stop to see his reaction. I just turned and ran before he could answer and break my heart. I didn't stop running until I caught up to Kathryn. She was already in a taxi and on her phone. I was breathing hard as I hopped inside. The car door had barely shut when the cab driver hit the gas.

I'm trying to hide it but I'm still too obvious. I hope you understand that I'm doing this for you, Kim. And no more Madeline in my life. Only Kimora. My Queen. My wife. My Life. I walked towards her direction and I touches my lips on her lips. I stole a kiss. I stole her second kiss. I kissed her. I want to kiss her more. But I know when she found out that I stole a kiss, she will be a dragon and be a bratt again. But I love it. Being a bitch, being hard headed, being a bratt. I love every single piece of her. I love her.

I whisper against his lips; I feel him tense slightly while his fists ball as he used all of his power to fight the urges. But I had urges of my own which I couldn’t ignore any longer, I crash my lips onto his without even a second thought. Due to this, he saw it as an invitation and kisses back instantly, dominating the kiss. His hands run up my sides as we both get very lost in the moment, but before I had time to blink, he had flipped us over, so he was now on top, and I was under him. I don’t think he enjoyed the feeling that I had power over him in that sense.

He stops, and leans down to my height. He kisses me, a soft kiss. I smile against his mouth. He smiles back. He knows this is all I have been thinking about. “Especially stalker.” he whispers. “Then kiss me again, my Stalker.” He doesn’t get the chance. A scream pierces through the air. Jazz.

153 – STOLEN KISS DAMON POV Rebekka’s lips were delicious – this was not just because of their incredible softness and texture but also because of the lip gloss she had applied. I had never seen her in make-up before and seeing her, a fire was lit inside of me, I had a burning appetite to put my hands on her. The music faded into the background and the grounds of the fest spun into a blur; time stood still as my lips hungrily found hers.