The Kiss Of Deception Book 2 の小説・ストーリー

He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again. He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't. My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me. Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back. Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.

he murmured throatily, as he grabbed her slender waist, slowly lowered his head and captured her lips with his. ********** "This feels like what Rose and Alex would do behind my boss' back," Katherine felt a shiver down her spine as she looked up from the book she was reading, slamming her hand against her lips. She swallowed hard, scanning the room in apprehension and sighed in relief when she saw that it was still just her in the room. "So, this book is basically about a woman cheating on her husband with his employee?" she thought out loud, dropping the book where she had seen it, as she decided not to read further.

His touch promises everything I've never had. But then reality crashes back. Declan. Just. Kissed. Me. Declan, who moments ago wanted me to kiss his feet. Who thinks he can buy anything - or anyone - he wants? Who sees me as something to be "cleaned up." And in that moment, I realized something important: there are some things money can't buy. My dignity is one of them.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

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BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Knowing his tendencies to always get what he wanted, I couldn't help but suspect that he had planned this all along to trap and manipulate me. I felt a strong urge to slap him in response to his deceitful actions, but he was quick to tactically block my hand and pull me closer to him. Without hesitation, he silenced me with a fervent kiss, leaving me unable to resist. I tried to push and fight him, but he was so strong I couldn't even move him. Before I knew it, he had pinned me to the bed, continuing to kiss me as his hand began to explore my body. I struggled to free my face from his grasp, but he firmly held me, seeking access to my mouth. I felt him thrust his tongue and taste the inside

He chose her—me—over power, over the empire that defined him. Tears pricked my eyes, unbidden, as the weight settled. All my doubts, Mom's poison, the office intrigue—they paled against this. He wasn't the manipulator; he was the one bending, breaking his own path to keep ours intact. I surged up, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, pouring gratitude and desperation into it. His arms wrapped around me, strong and unyielding, the kiss deepening until breath mingled, bodies pressing close. For a moment, the world narrowed to us—his hands sliding down my back, mine fisting his shirt, the taboo heat flaring despite the ruin outside.