When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses Novels & Stories

She smiled. “What’s your promise?” Eileen asked. She gulped and smiled at her. “We both have forbidden promises. Do you know anything about them?” Tony asked. Eileen shook her head, she can’t tell them what she knows about Luke. “There were two types of forbidden promises: the killing promise and the strengthening promise. Forbidden promises are different from ordinary promises. Forbidden promises are a rare type of magic, you can only have a forbidden promise if it’s running to your blood. One of the forbidden promises, which is the strengthening promise, is running in our blood.” She explained.

She shuddered slightly, recalling how his deep voice seemed to reach right through the phone and set her nerves on fire with forbidden need. The unmistakable sounds of him pleasuring himself while making such tempting promises nearly tore her apart. Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut, fighting against the mounting wave of confusing yearning. She couldn't allow herself to be undone by mere words and insinuations, no matter how seductively presented. This was simply a corporate deal to ensure the critical Saxon merger.

“The old rules are gone. Burnt with that journal, if you like. We write new ones. Together.” Her kiss was different from all the others. It was not a claiming, nor a conquest, nor a consolation. It was a promise. A seal on a new, terrifying, and exhilarating contract. It was a collision of two flawed, powerful wills, finally meeting as equals in their understanding of their own imbalance. When they parted, the first rays of dawn were piercing through the study window, painting the room in hues of gold and rose. The three days were up. The legal wager was won.

She lifted her head, met his eyes, and smiled the first real, open smile she had given him in three hundred and sixty-five days. “Yes.” He kissed her then slow, reverent and endless. Outside, New York kept moving. Inside, they stayed tangled together until noon, learning the difference between ownership and belonging. And somewhere on a server in Switzerland, a five million dollar transaction reversed itself. Because some things, once surrendered, can never be bought back. End of The Contractual Wife Thank you for reading this!

It was such a welcome contrast to my aching ass, I chase the feeling, twisting my hips and spreading my legs a little more. There’s a moment when Keagan’s hands left my bottom, but then his damp fingers slid down over my clit. It teased my sub briefly before withdrawing. My eyes flew open, which was how I actually knew I’d somehow closed them. “What are you–?” “Shh,” he murmured, his voice like something from a ‘boyfriend asmr.’ He dragged his thumb over my clit, rubbing, while his middle finger coasted over my hole. “Along with the ambassadorial contract, you are going to sign a contract agreeing not to be in any relationship until the contract duration is over. Open your legs.”

he demanded. My mind went stuff. Frowning, I look at him full of questions in my eyes. "Huh?" A ghost of an amused smile appeared on his handsome face. "Condition number one first page in the contract. Party A must give three kiss each day to Party B. One kiss for the morning and one kiss for the night. The third kiss will depend to Party B when or where he will get it. Party A must comply wherever Party B ask for the third kiss" he stated, memorizing the first clause in the contract. " I want my third kiss now, darling"

WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Freddy's Pov The kiss was fire. I did not expect it. She was drunk, I knew that, but the way she always reminded me about the contract constantly had me thinking that there was no way that she'd do something outside of what the contract stipulated. The kiss was bold and unsteady as a result of the wine, and it lit something in me I’d been trying to smother since the moment I saw her in that black dress at the gala.

And somewhere in the shadows, enemies moved their pieces, unaware that the bond they sought to break had just become far more dangerous than a contract ever could. Because this time, the promise hadn’t been written on paper. It had been sealed with a kiss.