The Irresistible Urge To Fall For Your Enemy Novels & Stories

“Not with your plans. Not with people. So, I am curious about why you would be willing to have me of all people as your partner.” “I ruined things before,” I replied calmly. “And I’d do it again. And I wouldn’t mind this time. I if I am going to be the one to gain out of it, then I am willing to go all the way for this. And I am going to be sure that everyone understood where they stood against me.” He turned his head toward me, interest sharpening. “For what? I understand that creating enemies is kind of your gameplay, but what enemy are you gaining or fighting back this time?”

I chuckle with a raised brow. She reaches in and kisses me softly. “It is always amazing. You have never disappointed me, not once, but there is something different about it after we fight. I think it is because a part of you becomes feral, as if you are reclaiming what is yours, and I find it a huge turn-on.” “Feral? I can’t say I’ve ever been described that way.” I smirk. Serena offers a knowing smirk. “But you are..." “And you love it,” I reply, trailing my lips down her jawline.

She scratched, bit, teased, and I claimed, dominated, pressed, and made her mine even as the enemy vibe between us pulsed like a living thing. Finally, after endless, torturous intensity, I found release, and her hands clutched me, pulling me close as if to anchor me to her, whispering against my ear, “This… this is only the beginning, Dante. Never forget… enemies or not, I own a piece of you now.” I lay there, chest heaving, sweat-slicked, arrogant, alive, and infuriated, because she didn’t explain, because she refused being honest about pulling the trigger, and because she had me exactly where she wanted me...lust, hate, desire tangled into one impossible woman.

Instead, he was being… nice. I opened my mouth to refuse. To push him away. To remind myself that this was all part of the plan. But then I stopped. This was perfect. If Adrian wanted to rewrite the rules of our marriage, I would let him. The more attached he became, the harder the fall would be. All I had to do was play along. A smile curved across my lips. Mischievous. Deliberate. "Why not?" I said. Adrian's expression flickered with surprise, then relief, then something darker, something that made my pulse quicken.

I knew it would work. We were sitting beside each other so he leaned towards me. "If some people don't have the spark and chemistry, they can not act it out. Fortunately for us, we have the pull, spark and everything romantic. You just need to remind yourself how to breath whenever I get close to you. Like right now, you need to breath Livi, your face is turning red."

His fingernails are filthy, all filled with dirt and grime and yet there is an alluring surge of power under his touch. The man is a menace, and many have said that his reign has long passed. But as I steal a peek at his face, I realize that he is a survivor, and he will rise again. And more importantly, he hates Hunter with a passion. I decide right there and then that the enemy of my enemy will be my ally. Swallowing the blood and snot in my throat, I take his hand with my own quivering ones and slide his hand down to my bosom, allowing him to feel the moulds of my breasts as my chest rises and falls.

“That’s usually how it starts.” Austin pressed the heels of his hands hard against his eyes, letting out a long, frustrated exhale. It was insane. It was completely absurd. He was straight. He had always been straight. His whole life had been built on predictable, clear-cut lines engineering, football rivalries, standard logic. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Before his rational brain could talk him out of it, Austin opened a new, private browser window. His heart thudded violently against his ribs as he typed into the search bar: understanding attraction between men.

I looked directly at him, he bent his head again. “I, for a moment, fell for Luna Emily. Her compassion, her desire to stay strong, her care, the way she struggled to survive even as an Omega. I was drawn to her and I… wanted to win her over. I know I was being an idiot…” “Yes, you are, because you are coveting another man's wife.” I rose from the chair and came side by side with him. “I forgive you but you must redeem yourself. You will allow me to use you again as a tool not as a friend. You will enter the enemy's camp and destroy them from the inside.”

"Woww, thanks but why?" "What?" "Why should you be so kind?" I mutter. "Because you're special to me." "Oh!" I arch a brow. Adrian lifts me up from my sofa onto his lap, I widen my legs facing him, his throbbing member is already standing. Do I get to arouse him so quickly? I giggle, my hormones making a party inside me. I feel like a high school kid right now. The sensations are just so overwhelming, is this something I should feel for a man I see as an enemy? I still can't categorize him as an enemy right though.

“Have you ever meant well in my life? You are a thorn in my flesh and I can’t help hating you more.” “If you want to play our enemy role, it might end up in my favor. What do you think?” he said with an arched brow. He was going to devour me. “I have a lady with a zip-down dress in my car, her shoulders tempting, her red painted lips are attractive. She looks angry but delicious. It takes a man hell of self-restraint to prevent himself from doing all kinds of wicked things to her body.”