A Villain's Kiss Tl Smith Novels & Stories

Chelsea wasn't done yet. "Whatever chance he gets, El, he ties you up with fetters to a bed and does very nasty things to you. He pushes pills into your mouth —" "That's not true," Elena squeaked. The room was turning in tornadic circle before her. Smith's face was grinning in her face, his teeth full of black blood. It was the same face she had seen during the wedding, when she was walking down the red carpet into Liam's car. "There's no fucking way you can know about that!" she shouted now, standing up.

He was so lost in the intense kiss that he didn't even notice whether she was responding back or not. He moved back when she became out of breath. His kisses trailed down from her lips to her jawline and continued lower, moving sensually along her neck. Damien was lost in her scent, a source of calm and ease for him. "You are mine, Tesoro," he said, licking her soft spot and she shuddered under him. "I cannot share you with anyone." He bit her and she squealed in pain, tears dribbling down the corner of her eyes. He licked the spot where he had just bitten to soothe the pain and she relaxed

He waved his hand at Violetta's face while saying, "Hey, are you listening to me?" "Where's the villain?" Smith asked again, as he walked around Violetta's room. To make sure the woman's room is safe. Violetta who is already annoyed, now walks towards the man. Then swung her leg to kick Smith's leg from behind with all her might, she didn't care that Smith would be in pain. "You villain!" Violetta shouted folding her arms in front of her chest, her eyes still staring at Smith with a sharp gaze. "Arghh.." Smith winced in pain from the kick, although it didn't hurt too much. He turned towards Violetta and blinked a few times not understanding what Violetta meant.

Her every fear that Sinister successfully lessened once again got increased at how painfully and cruelly he kissed her. He bit her lips eating them like a vicious beast. He tasted her blood but nothing was enough to cool his anger down. He was seething from the moment Chris told him about Valerie and Sinister kissing and how they were hugging each other. It burnt him. She never let him even hug her with her consent and here she was letting that piece of shit touch her like she’s his. She needs to know who owns her and this time he will not be that much lenient. Now she will see who Xavier Valentino really is.

His smirk is pure predator, lips curving in a promise of ruin. “You’re late, love,” he drawls, his voice a velvet blade, pulling me close with a hand that’s cold as grave soil. The touch sparks the twisted mate bond that snapped into place years ago - a chain I crave even as it chokes me. His kiss is rough, claiming, his lips bruising mine with a hunger that borders on violence, his tongue invading, tasting of ash and dark promises. I melt into it, my hands fisting his cloak, the bond a fire that drowns my doubts, but it’s laced with something sinister, a compulsion that lingers like a shadow in my mind, whispering… obey.

Smith seemed to have been waiting for this all his life. He caressed my thighs and feasted on my lips. It was a hungry kiss. He was acting like he would swallow me whole. It was also passionate as well. I took charge and sat on his lap. My short gown was exposing all of my thighs here and Smith was doing a good job with caressing them. He unzipped my gown and I removed it totally. Even with my bra on, Smith kissed my cleavage and began to draw circles on it with his tongue.

he hissed, pulling me closer. I stumbled, my shoulder hitting his chest, and for a split second, our lips brushed. The heat of the spark—the cursed mating bond that shouldn't have existed—electrified my skin. I gasped, stepping back, my eyes wide. “Tristan…” “Well, it’s about time you two arrived!” Victor Hale’s voice boomed as he stepped onto the porch, leaning on his silver-headed cane. “I thought you’d forgotten your old mentor.” I stood frozen, my heart still racing from the accidental kiss, unsure of how to look the old wolf in the eye. Victor’s sharp, seasoned gaze swept over us, immediately catching the jagged edge of the energy between us.

noted Tikhon. “Yes, but he didn’t take her picture instead he attacked her. He touched her, kissed her forcefully, tore off her clothes and when she protested, he… he... said…” stammered Vicktor. “Go on!” “He said he could get her free from Michel and SMS as he knew the vigilantes and would ask them to help her,” said Vicktor.

I smiled, pushing it down and sliding one finger inside her core. Her gasp was music to my ears, urging me to add another finger, sliding inside her slit. I continued kissing her skin until my mouth found her delicate center of pleasure. Her blood was potent and sweet, but her pearl was delectable to eat that I could not stop myself from licking it. I held her thighs, and my good huntress parted her legs when I grabbed her hips to let my tongue rasp over her berry. As I continued torturing her with my fingers and tongue, Brielle’s fingers gripped my hair, arching her hips forward as she moaned while her body vibrated and cried for my name. Nothing would stop me now from claiming what was min

I froze for a moment before bursting out into laughter. "Yeah, what else?" Theo's eyes dimmed instantly. I leaned close to him and whispered in his ear," But... I prefer the way you cry to pearls." Theo was speechless. The next second, he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. The system said, “The villain's corruption level has dropped to 55%! Elle, victory is in sight!” His kiss made me dizzy. Suddenly, I remembered something and pressed against his chest, slightly pulling away. "What about you? Do you only like the fact I’m carrying your offspring?"