The Irresistible Urge To Fall For Your Enemy Novels & Stories

The slap in the gym, her palm cracking against my cheek, leaving a mark that stung less than the thrill it sent through me. She wasn’t like Mirabella, soft and trusting, blooming under my protection until the world ripped her away. Rosa was a storm, all lightning and defiance, and damn if she didn’t make me feel alive again. Obsessed, yeah. I wanted her close, needed her fire to burn away the cold that had settled in my bones since Mirabella’s grave. “Do you think I’m still being hasty?” I asked, turning back to him. “She fucking awakened it. I don’t know what I feel towards her yet but I know I fucking want her close. Near me at all times.”

"Are you going to scream? I told you not to care." "Robert! Please," squeaked Rose weakly, who could no longer contain herself. Explosions inside her started to make Rose nervous. The swish due to Robert's touch began to affect her subconscious continuously. Rose felt an inner urge that forced her to enjoy Robert's tenderness. She hated herself for feeling weak in front of Robert. The man's kiss was getting intoxicating for Rose. Kisses, touches, and attention that she hated at first are slowly starting to make her heart melt. She no longer looked at Robert the same as before.

Making an enemy out of her after so much time had been spent on making her an ally wouldn’t be a smart choice. “I am fighting the urge to throw you down on this table and make you scream my name. I would love nothing more than to watch as you choke on my cock, or watch your sweet tits bounce as your riding me, but I have respected you enough to not act on it. There is something about you that calls to my incubus and makes it damn near impossible to resist you.” She stopped resisting him. Instead she seemed to be enjoying his admission. He watched cautiously as she allowed her upper body to lean against the hardness of his chest. He could feel her breath on his neck, causing a groan to escape

I have to stop myself because Camilla will try everything in ten days to make me fall for her but it's me who needs to control myself and show her that no one can get into her heart of Stefano. I have to resist Camilla and this can only happen if I have someone else in my mind. And I have the perfect person who will help me not to fall for Camilla. I can't fall for my enemy's daughter because that would be my biggest defeat

Maybe because of Chris, maybe without him accepting we can't feel the full pull yet. I looked down at this man's arms wrapped around me. Thinking of the way he said he could smell me, or how he'd always be able to now. Why was he gentle with me, or kind in any way? The way I'm staying connected to his own room, him keeping me close. He knows I'm his mate, he felt the pull, the bond fully. Does this mean he won't hurt me despite who I am to him? Why would Selene give me my father's biggest enemy for a second chance mate? Would she truly put me between the two packs, away from my mother and brother to be with the man my father despises and wants to kill?

But what truly occupied the darkest corners of my focus was the undeniable attraction I felt for Liam. I knew the rules..the rules which I have made for myself. I never fully had interest in a person. Never. Worse of all, he was the enemy, a cop, a big threat to my empire. This was supposed to be a game. But the way I’d lost control, going to his room on a reckless, animalistic whim, genuinely scared me. I’d lowered my defenses for a few minutes of desperate pleasure. It was sloppy, and I was way better than that.

And the second he called her his, I wanted to take her even more. I grabbed her wrist. She gasped and tried pulling away immediately. "Let go of me." Her voice shook with anger. Not weakness. Anger. I leaned closer until my mouth was near her ear. "You wear my enemy's name," I said softly. "That alone should scare you." Her breath caught. For one second, something dangerous passed between us. The way her body reacted to my voice made me more obsessed. The kind that ruins lives. Then she whispered, "Go to hell."

We are enemies, enemies don’t fraternize, not like that. Enemies don’t kiss either, all pushed by curiosity and drunk feelings. As much as I had fun seeing Zade furious that I caught him unexpectedly, that’s something that will never happen again. I am attracted to him and that’s already a recipe for disaster. He is my mate, but he rejected me and it didn’t take so he has resorted to verbally rejecting me and making me know what his choice is every waking moment of my life. Yeah, if that isn't hell, then why would I want to go a level further and start pinning for someone unavailable and explore my feelings with him?

Like some distant fantasy I might’ve chased once but lost the second I dragged her back into my life. I brought her back to punish her. So why does it seem like I’m pushing myself instead? Every inch of me screamed to reach for her…to claim her, to mark her like I owned every part of her. But I couldn’t. She’s my enemy. Not a lover. This is a revenge story. Not romance. I paced the kitchen, fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. I had to shut it down. Crush it before it swallows me. But the harder I tried, the louder the craving got. The pulse in my veins throbbed with a dangerous rhythm…one that whispered she belonged to me in ways I couldn’t explain, ways I shouldn’t even want.

I pushed back from my desk and left the office, making my way toward the entrance of the packhouse. The moment I stepped outside, my world shifted. She stood there, leaning against the car. Dark hair, piercing eyes, a warrior’s stance—even in exhaustion, she looked fierce. But it wasn’t just her appearance that caught me off guard. It was the pull. A sudden, undeniable connection that gripped my chest and sent heat through my veins. Mate. I inhaled sharply, my eyes locking onto hers. Annie. I had heard her name before. Silvermoon’s only female warrior. Tough. Skilled. But none of that mattered at this moment because all I could think about was how fate had just thrown her in front of me.