The Kiss Of Deception Book 2 Novels & Stories

I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…" “Shhhhh" he placed one finger over my mouth. He pushed me backwards gently until my back touched the wall. Then he took my lips in a hard kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I moaned. “There is no amount of excuses you make that will save you now that I have you in my den Lia. None” His hand moved under my skirt and found my soaked panties “So fucking wet” he growled against my lips. “All this time you were dripping for me Lia”

“You don’t have to be strong right now. Just breathe.” The close confines of the closet, the weight of our shared tragedy, the quiet rhythm of our breathing—it compressed the world down to just the two of us, two strangers who understood the same kind of shattering loss. He slowly turned his head toward me, his eyes searching my face, clinging to the only point of raw human empathy he’d found since he heard the news. And then, out of pure,, uncontrolled grief, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was not desire, it was a desperate, primal need for connection, a reckless grab at life, at warmth, at anything that wasn't death. And in a moment of utter emotional surrender, o

His voice was filled with desperation as he pleaded with me, as if trying to grasp his last hope. I shook my head gently and replied calmly, but with conviction, "Nina Secco is dead. The only person here now is Dr. Secco. Besides, I'm already married." Chris paused for a moment as tears streamed down his face. He looked helpless and pitiful, but I felt nothing for him as I watched him quietly. The pain and betrayal I had endured had gradually vanished along with time as I started to build my new life. Now, I had Zack, the villagers, and a career I loved.

"Then keep hating me'' he growled. He didnt wait for a reply . He leaned down and crushed his lips against mine. It wasnt a 'clinical' kiss like the wedding . This was a war. It was desperate, dark, and tasted like exensive gin and shared secrets. I felt his tounge and mine meet and for a moment I forgot the stolen trust, I forgot Jax and I forgot the cage. I kissed him back with much hunger that teriffeed me. The moment we pulled back. Everything went dark. Hey guys im so sorry for the short chapters including this one. I go to work and school so by the time i get home i usually sleep i romise the next ones are gonna be longer. Thank you again to my first 100 views . This is my first ever b

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

I smirked, leaning closer, letting the heat of my gaze settle on her. Our noses touched, and her warm breath feathered across mine. She raised her arms, wrapping them around my shoulders to pull me closer, desperate to close the distance. But I stayed still, solid and unyielding, letting my other hand glide beneath her neck, caressing her collarbone and the top curve of her chest, teasingly and possessively. “What… what’s happening?” she whispered, her lips trembling, wanting to meet mine. “Nothing,” I murmured, shoving my thumb gently into her mouth. “Look at yourself… you’re so erotic when you suck my thumb.”

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

“A kiss. And what do I get in return?” He looks at me, assessing me. “A first kiss from my mate, willingly given, is worth the very first book in my possession. A book that was written nearly one hundred years ago. A book that was very difficult to find. What do you say, my mate?” I look at Reagan. “Is he telling the truth?” “He is,” she says, looking from Asmodeus to me. I drop the barrier and his eyes flash with excitement. “One kiss, willingly given, and you give me that book, or I’ll kill you. And if I can’t ...” I begin.

Her playful, sparkling gaze shifted into something entirely seductive, and when that happened, something inside Daniel’s chest always ignited. The kiss quickly grew more intense. The book he had been holding slipped to the floor, replaced by her hips. "Is that a yes?" he asked, pulling back just inches from her lips. "This is blackmail… you know I’ll say yes if you kiss me like that…" "Mmm…" Daniel leaned in further, pressing her against the back of the couch. Deanna loved threading her fingers through his short hair—it felt so soft. The door suddenly swung open. "Daniel—Oh my God!" Camila shrieked in horror.