When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ivy's body arched in response, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. With that, after a while, she came inside his mouth , and breathing heavily , she collapsed onto the table, utterly spent. Victor's lips lingered on Ivy's, his passion-fueled instincts urging him to deepen the kiss. But his conscience, like a whisper in the darkness, cautioned him. This wasn't right. His objective for marrying Ivy wasn't love; it was a calculated move to secure his family's legacy. Exploiting Ivy's body for his gain was unthinkable. Victor's resolve hardened. He couldn't compromise his values, no matter how alluring the temptation.

It landed with a heavy thud. "Become my social media consultant. Six months. Full access to my team and me" Luca's voice dropped. "No restrictions." Daniel's fingers itched to open it. To see that number in print. "Why me?" "Because you're the only person who looks at me like I'm not a goddamn meal ticket." The raw honesty startled them both. Luca recovered first, flipping open the contract to the compensation page. The numbers swam before Daniel's eyes. He could walk away. Let Luca drown in his own scandals.

Simon said as his eyes narrowed suggestively at me. As in…do we fuck? “The contract that we initially signed at first does not allow any sexual activities; however, the contract had just recently been revised,” I replied factually. “In other words, you’re willing to sleep with him now…” Simon surmised, and it wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied bluntly to his blunt question. By contract we could but there is another clause that says that he can’t exactly force or rape me against my will. “Interesting. I doubt EROS needs any training in that area, but he can learn in other areas…” Simon said with a nod of his head.

"You just have to stick to the mission. You are in the perfect position to get those files." "I don't work for you, and I won't do it!" Freya said firmly. Mr. Grant went silent for a moment. He looked at her with a chilling calmness. "I’ve tried to be nice, Freya. I’ve tried to be patient. But I think it’s time we did this the hard way." He snapped his fingers at the man holding the umbrella. "Bring me the contract." The man reached into a leather briefcase and pulled out a thick file. On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT.

Luca looked away first. That was confirmation enough. Damon exhaled slowly. “You’re not leaving.” Luca looked back at him. “That’s not your decision.” Damon stepped closer. “You’re under contract.” “Contracts can be terminated.” “Not this one.” Luca frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Damon’s voice turned calm. Dangerously calm. “It means if you try to walk away…” He paused. “…I’ll make sure every security firm in Europe blacklists you.” Luca blinked.

Her face brightened when she found what she was looking for, " Ah hah, here it is, it states that no party can be involved in an intimate relationship during the duration of the contract. Jeremy and I are not in an Intimate relationship, we are friends." " I'll say it again, I didn't know friends could kiss. I could have excused the first kiss, that it was a mistake, a lapse in judgment but the second and then the third, nah, you were just plain into it. You violated our contract, do you know the magnitude of your punishment? I will need you to pay back all the money that I paid for Becca's surgery and your hospital bills. Also, the money I paid to cover your debts."

“I could buy you a van, Jade.” “That is not the point, Killian,” I laughed softly. “The point is the freedom. The lack of contracts.” He went still at that. The word contract always seemed to be the ghost in the room, reminding us that we were technically still bound by paper and ink. But then he did something he had never done before. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Then for this weekend,” he murmured against my skin, “let us pretend there is no contract. Let us pretend we are just two people who are tired of being alone.”

For real. That would be deadly. He could for one, reject her. And if he accepted her because he wanted her to keep working for him, she would be mortified. And the contract was between them like a chasm. His unknown enemy was swimming like a man-eating shark in that chasm. All of that was painful so she ignored those. What's the point in thinking if dreadful things when she could focus on the one wonderful thing that happened to her for the first time? She never imagined that something like that could happen to them before the contract hit terminated. They had discussed and signed that they would never kiss.

“I’ll call you whatever I want. Starting tonight.” Her cheeks flush, anger or something else, I don’t care. I like the color on her. I want to see how far down that flush goes when she’s under me. Because she will be. The contract says we share a bed. It doesn’t say we have to sleep. I release her slowly, letting my fingers trail down her arm. Her skin is silk over steel. She yanks away like my touch burns, but we both know the truth. That kiss wasn’t just hate. It was fifteen years of foreplay.

I had been waiting, planning, watching, and calculating, and today, it felt like fate had finally placed him right in front of me. The first day that my father talked to me about this contract years ago, I was very happy to hear that because it is more like handing me a stepping stone to reach him. It wasn’t about marrying his sister but about having him all to myself by holding him captive. Finally! He would be mine forever. That was why I had to look for a way and manipulate the contract without anyone knowing in a way that no one knew my intentions. Yes, I know it's going to be a forbidden romance, given that the gangs do not support LGBTQ.