The Kiss Of Deception Book Novels & Stories

She asked with a scoff. "I wish I could say it was," he slid into his breeches, "Perhaps you can ask your brother, Novak, when next you see him." That was it. That was all it took for Reyana to snap, losing her last sense of reasoning. "You manipulative liar!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Flora understood her teasing went too far. "I am sorry," she apologised but he pushed his face closer to hers. "Your sorry won't be accepted here because now I will punish you with a kiss as per our deal, Ms. Flora Alfanso," his voice turned deep whereas her heartbeat inflated when his eyes darted down to her lips for the very first time. Was he really going to kiss her on her lips this time? He leaned a little closer, making her gulp. He continued to remove all the distance between their faces. Their lips felt each other's warmth but before they could touch, the sound of the door bursting opening resonated.

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, "

Suddenly, everything about her seemed vain and fake. She smiled sweetly at Damien, bending over his desk seductively. I now knew why she was dressed this way. I scoffed in disbelief, This was why he'd said a lot of women will drop their panties at the mere sight of him. "You called for me, Damien," she purred, and I fought the urge to puke out of disgust. It was sickening to watch, and I got to my feet, clearing my throat. "Is that my employment letter?" I asked, reaching for the folder. It was then she noticed my presence, and her face scrunched up, looking at me disgustedly.

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”

The plates clinked, the aroma of coffee wafted through the air, creating a facade of a perfect domestic life. ​As I stepped closer, he turned around. Without warning, he approached me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. It was not a kiss of love. It was a kiss that felt like atonement—soft, adoring, yet misleading. He was trying to soothe his own conscience by pressing his lips to the lips of the woman he was planning to drag to a mental institution.

I don't know whether he will hate me after today, but as long as my sacrifices will be worth it in the end, I will be fine with just anything. He raises an eyebrow, reminding me that he is waiting for an answer. Instead of speaking, I put his hands on my waist and cupped his gorgeous face with mine, and I pulled him for a kiss. It's a kiss of deception, but it tastes as sweet anyway, except that it doesn't erase the guilt I'm feeling right now. The guilt of deceiving him. "Did that convince you?" I ask when we pull away, and he smiles. "Yeah." He says this, licking his deep pink lips.

I looked at him—at the man who was supposed to be my mark—and all I saw was a soul reaching out for mine. Before I could pull back, before I could find my mask, he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t like the stories. it wasn’t soft or poetic. It was desperate. It was the kiss of a drowning man finding air. His lips were hungry, searching for a reality he could finally hold onto. For a second, I forgot Noah. I forgot Emelia. I forgot that I was an impostor in a dead woman’s bed. I kissed him back with a ferocity that scared me, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between the lie and the truth.

he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END

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