The Kiss Of Deception Book 2 Novels & Stories

Shadows of Surrender Chapter 2: First Taste of Obedience The storm outside seemed to mirror the chaos building inside me as Damien’s lips continued their slow ascent along my thigh. Every kiss sent sparks dancing across my skin, pulling me deeper into a haze where reason dissolved and only sensation remained. My fingers curled into the soft leather of the couch, knuckles turning white, while Kai’s hand finally slipped beneath the lace of my panties. A low, needy sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

His thumb catches a tear, smearing it. “I’m the first man to ever touch you like this?” he murmurs, his tone thick with lust. He presses more firmly against me, and his fingers start to move again, slower now. Taunting me. I cry harder, but I still can’t move out from under him. His face dips toward mine, and his lips hover so close I can feel the heat of his breath. He doesn’t kiss me. Just stays there. Savoring the moment. “This revelation changes everything,” he whispers. Then he lowers his head and bites the swell of my breast; hard enough to make me scream. A second later, he kisses the same spot, slow and warm, like some twisted apology.

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

Alexei had made it a ritual to always visit Ayala at her office. She once looked forward to it, but now she dreaded it so much. She was tired of the pretense and double life. It made her sick. The door to her office clicked open softly. Ayala prayed it wasn't going to be him. But it was. Her heart pounded as he stepped in. The faint, unmistakable scent of his perfume filled the room already. Once he got in, his eyes landed on her, cold and calculating. He went to give her a kiss on her forehead and stared at her with false affection.

Why did my lips ache for him even after he kissed me earlier? “Wanna make out?” He asked, softly. I didn’t answer. “In a slow, sensual way that will make him crawl back to you after he realizes you’re a gem?” As I stated into his eyes, I knew my answer. I pulled him closer, sealing my lips with his. SLAVE ME, DADDY ALPHA’s book 2 (which is the continuation) is right after CUM OVER ME, STEPBROTHERS. Thanks!

Cold rain greeted her instantly, soaking through her hoodie, but she didn’t flinch. Dominic grabbed her wrist before she stepped out. “Be careful.” She hesitated. Then leaned in and kissed him—quick, fierce, and desperate. “See you at the core,” she whispered. And then she was gone, swallowed by shadows and the roar of the subway below. ⸻ Fifteen minutes later, Sienna stood in the lobby of Nexus Tower, her clothes dripping, her heart thundering. The building buzzed with quiet energy—too quiet for a place this critical. Security guards stood idle, faces too smooth, too perfect.

Almost. “You think you're something special?” she snarled, hate flashing in her eyes.“Well, news flash, you're not. Grayson here would just use you, and when he's tired, he'll let you go like trash.” A wicked smirk curved on her face. “You're just a pawn in a larger game.” With that, she turned around and left, closing the door with a bang. “Don't think too much about anything she said. You know why you're here; don't let someone like her discourage you,” he said in a calm voice before taking another sip.

His forehead touched mine, and I closed my eyes. “I don’t know what this is,” he whispered. “But right now, I need it.” “So do I.” And then his mouth found mine. The kiss wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t slow or sweet or orchestrated. It was raw. Real. His lips crashed against mine with the weight of every broken promise, every betrayal, every truth uncovered. I kissed him back with the same desperation, the same ache that had been building since the moment I realized we were the only two people in this storm who hadn’t lied to each other.

“I think a man who loved Jayden and Sammy enough to burn himself into nothing wouldn’t just disappear completely. Not if there was any way back.” “That’s oddly sentimental for you.” “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation.” I laughed and pulled her hand up to press a kiss against her knuckles. “Your secret’s safe with me, leech.” “Don’t call me that.” “You called yourself a leech first, technically.” “That was an internal monologue. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” “I have excellent hearing. Werewolf, remember?”

“I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.” He was visibly taken aback, his body tensing under my touch. I could sense that he was surprised that I read his books. He probably still saw me as the innocent young girl he once knew. “Aby…” he warned, his voice rough. But I didn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed him hard, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He could definitely taste the alcohol on me — whiskey and desperation. I moaned softly into the kiss, rubbing my palm mor