Romans & histoires When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses

cool car guy" who made me a job offer last month? - I asked, making quotation marks in the air. - The crazy guy who asked you to have his child? Yes I do, why? - So... And that, I kind of... - Lisa? What's wrong? - Miguel asked looking at me curiously and I could almost see the cogs in his brain moving to try to put the pieces of the puzzle together. - Okay - I got up the courage, - Here goes! After the whole thing last month I thought I didn't get pregnant, but the truth is that I found out a few days ago that I actually, with all my bad luck, ended up pregnant by a stranger. So now I am in the middle of a kind of contract with him because the child is his and I am just the "surrogate". So

Paris and I followed, our dresses hiking up. We moved to the kitchen counter for space. Van grabbed me first—his girlfriend privilege, I guess—lifting me onto the edge. “I’ve been dying to fuck you all dinner,” he whispered, kissing me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they hardened. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his big dick press against my thigh.

And there was no turning back. Ash rose, slow and graceful. My blood still stained the corner of his mouth. He reached up, touching my jaw, tilting my face to meet his. Our breaths merged, only one decision away from something irreversible. His eyes glowed, and in a low voice, he whispered, “Let’s seal it. Seal this contract with a kiss.” He didn’t wait for permission. His lips pressed against mine in a slow, deep, certain motion—like he was stamping a seal no time, god, or hell could ever break.

She turned away from me, heading toward her bedroom Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stood there, feeling the disappointment at my chest. My fists clenched at my sides, and I shook my head, forcing the words out. “Everything is just a contract to you, isn’t it?” My voice was low but heavy, enough to make her stop in her tracks. She turned back to look at me, her face hard but her eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite read. I stepped closer, swallowing my anger “Since it’s all just a contract to you…everything…just a contract,” I said, my voice cold. “Then fine. I’ll stick to the damn contract.”

The fourth door opened onto a dark, unused guest room, moonlight cutting a pale stripe across the carpet from an uncurtained window. He turned to look at me one more time before we crossed that threshold, giving me the exit I hadn't asked for. "Last chance to change your mind." I didn't take it. I pulled him inside instead, and he shut the door behind us, and the sound of the party dropped away into something distant and unimportant. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- *[Sex content.]* 🔞🔞 And just like that we begin kissing,teeth clashing and lips biting as we struggle to remove each other's clothes. In a split seconds my gown and panties are gone an

“Anyway, you have some activities lined up. First on the list is a picture.” “What kind of picture?” I asked slowly. “A kissing picture,” he simply said. “None of these would matter if we don't have at least one picture of you and Maverick kissing, happy in love.” I shot to my feet so fast the chair squealed on the marble floor. “What??!” “It’s in the contract,” he reminded me, calmly. “The blogs already believe the story, now we just have to feed them.” A chill ran down my spine. A kiss. Another kiss.

I accepted it now, reminding her that she had no choice but to be subject, she felt the truth of what he said, and her kiss only indicated her clear possession ، Feeling her fingers almost penetrated her ribs confirms the extent of his credibility with what he said from the beginning, confirming every word she read about the contract, proving his control over her since she put her feet home ، It was precisely at this moment that she learned that she was bargaining for everything he wanted Stay away from her to breathe from the severity of that kiss and its passion and look at her eyes with his dark eyes and his unbearable look, then whisper, forgiving his hot breath: \" This contract is co

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

The city lights, which had been so beautiful the night before, were starting to fade, leaving only the tall silhouettes of buildings behind. "Kylie," Brown said, his voice low and steady. "I think we need to make a contract." Before she could react, his lips were already on hers-urgent, hungry, stealing her breath away. Kylie froze for a second, caught off guard, her hands gripping his towel tightly. Her face flushed crimson. Then, she gave in, matching his rhythm even as she struggled to breathe. 'Wait-what contract? He's not going to stop me from working, is he?'

They had just entered the mansion when she spoke, “about what almost happened. Let’s forget about it.” When Ethan’s brows met in confusion, she clarified. “I know I’m beautiful and sexy… the atmosphere was somewhat romantic, it was dark under the twinkling stars and we were staring into each other’s eyes. I understand why you were tempted to want to kiss me. I’ll let you off the hook this time but don’t do it again. We are only bound by a contract.” Ethan hissed and gnashed his teeth, ‘contract! Contract! Every time she opens that pouty mouth of hers she reminds me of the goddamn contract!’