When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses Novels & Stories

She reached for my lips and kissed me, but I didn't move, didn’t even bat an eye or kiss back, she broke the kiss while I stared deep into her soul, “you done?” I wiped off her kiss, pushing her aside and going straight to my room, these few hours had really tested every single strand of patience I have left. “How was the kiss?” Stella asked softly, applying lotion on her creamy legs. “I can explain...” She didn’t even bother to look at me as she applied her cream on her face, “you don’t need to, we are only bond by a contract, nothing more.” “She kissed me...” my voice growing harsher and a bit louder than expected.

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

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.

Then, retaining his searing gaze, she delicately ran her fingertip through the remaining fluid and sucked it between her lips with a soft gasp. "You're going to find I'm full of surprises, Mr. Blackwood," she said with pleasure. "Do try to keep up." His sculpted features burst with raw, flaming hunger, indicating that this would not be a typical business transaction. Isabelle suspected, for better or worse, that she had struck a deal with the devil himself. He settled on the sofa opposite her with his muscular form and devoured her with a molten gaze, giving her the exciting sensation of having just stepped into the abyss. And she may be consumed by it.

“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.”

Finally, my eyes fell on the highlighted rules: No sex, no feelings, and no meddling in each other's affairs. I couldn't help but scoff. Of course, there’s no room for feelings in Gabriel’s heart. So keeping up with the rules will be a cakewalk for him. I hesitated to sign the document, weighing my options. But after several moments of contemplation, I shrugged. What did I have to lose? It's just for a year. "Just sign it and get it over with," I murmured. With a determined sigh, I signed the contract and decided to deliver it to Gabriel myself.

He just pulled the vibrator out, untied the blindfold, and looked at me with his cold, blank eyes that didn't give anything away. "Good girl," was all he whispered. Then he walked away. No praise. No comfort. No "properly fucking me" as he'd promised. Just... nothing. I stood there on that balcony for another ten minutes, trying to catch my breath and understand what the hell was happening between us. This wasn't supposed to be complicated. It was a contract. Six months. My body for his money with properly fucking me. But it didn't feel like a contract anymore. Each time we met for anything, it felt like a tug of war.

She asked and he sat on the table, he was looking directly at her and she bit her lip. He slowly leaned towards her and Audrey could hear her heart race, he slowly kissed her and she reciprocated, she closed her eyes and he sucked on her lower lip. He pulled away after a few seconds and she smiled. “I can't get caught.” He replied and she cleared her throat. She smiled as she kept going through the papers, she suddenly frowned when she picked up a file. “What is this about?” She asked and Damien sighed. “It's a contract between a dom and a sub.”