The Kiss Of Deception Book Novels & Stories

Inside was a copy of the evidence he thought I’d never see—every lie, every secret, every text that proved how carefully he had built his deception. And I wasn’t just going to confront him. I was going to make sure he felt the weight of his betrayal. When he walked in, smiling as if the world owed him nothing but joy, I took a deep breath. My pulse raced, not with fear, but with determination. “Hey,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me. That familiar charm I had once loved now felt like a mask of cruelty. “I need you to look at something,” I said calmly, placing the envelope on the table.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I could feel his heart pounding hard against my breasts. “If you want me,” I whispered slowly, letting my breath touch his lips, “you need to try harder.” I blew a soft, warm kiss right at his face, my red lips curving into a teasing smile. I watched the way his eyes darkened with need. I grabbed my bag slowly, letting my body brush against his one last time, feeling his hard cock twitch against me. Then I turned and headed for the door, leaving him standing there stunned, breathing hard after so many rejections.

Also, it was not that he was marrying me forcefully. I grabbed my gown tightly when he leaned down to kiss me. He lightly touched his lips against mine at first and then softly kissed me just for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. This was not a passionate or hungry or intense kiss but was a gentle kiss without the involvement of the tongue or fighting for domination. ‘I lost my first kiss to this beta, Just to deceive him.’, I thought grumbly. What? ‘Just because I’m evil doesn’t mean I’m someone who keeps kissing everyone.’

When we got back home, I helped the guys set everything up for the party, as I went to wake the alpha, the centre of our celebration, I woke my baby up, getting him ready. When he kissed me when our lips met, I could let him go, I pulled him into my arms, kissing him deeply, my tongue invading his mouth, my hands roaming over his body freely, my wolf came out, 'it's time to claim my baby', my wolf says. Agreeing with my wolf, my mouth dropped to his neck, kissing his neck, licking his neck, until my mouth fell over the join between his neck and shoulder, pushing his shirt away. My bite came down low on his neck, I wanted to claim him but didn't want to throw off his new alpha show, Micah moa

As James stood up to go lock the door, Laurie quickly stood up, ran to him and gave him a warm hug from behind and said "I love you so much, James, I really do love you, I'm so sorry for what happened the other day and I'm ready for anything you want me to do." James smiled deceitfully because he knows that he has made Laurie so weak and foolish that she can't think straight again. Then he turned to face her and said, it's okay, Laurie! He kissed her and carried her in his arms to his bedroom. He undressed her gradually and immediately he laid with her.

That spread heat without even trying. I turned away and inhaled like I needed it to stay upright. Falling for this again would be a tragedy I wrote myself into—deliberately. He was the man who whispered lies like lullabies and carved silence like truth. And still… my hands trembled. I hated that. I gritted my teeth against the familiar ache in my chest. His hand moved toward mine—not sudden, not loud. Just a quiet claim. Fingers brushed my skin before curling around it, possessive, yet deceptively gentle.

Emma’s POV The kiss lingered on my lips like a brand, a constant reminder of Luca’s control over every inch of my life. He thought he had me figured out, thought he could own me with his arrogance, his money, and his overwhelming presence. But as I stood on the deck of his ridiculously extravagant yacht, watching the city lights shrink into the horizon, I couldn’t help but feel trapped—caught between my defiance and the undeniable pull he had over me.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

“But tonight, let’s not pretend that we’re enemies. Even if we are trapped in this arrangement, I want to believe that there’s more to us than duty and deceit.” Aurora looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of the Aurora I once knew—a woman of passion and hope. Slowly, I leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that was both hesitant and intense. It started as a cautious press, as if testing the boundaries of the space between us, then deepened into something that felt unexpectedly real. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and the way her body responded to the touch—a response that both startled and troubled me.