Kill Him With A Kiss Novels & Stories

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

Killian reaches out and supports Sebastian before he hits his head on the headboard, still locking their lips in a heated kiss. Killian’s hands move from seb’s back to carasess his cheeks gently. Time seems to slow down as they continue their passionate kiss, consuming each other's glory. This time Sebastian can feel the difference. He didn't know a kiss could taste so different each time but Killian is ready to make him explore things he never knew existed. Their lips move in perfect harmony. Even though the kiss may seem sloppy and messy from his end, Killian has it covered. He seems to master the art of kissing and setting Sebastian's heart on fire while it burns with newly found desire.

He was the same as a child; he had always wanted what was mine. He kissed the top of her head gently, then he turned her into his arms and kissed her properly, desire sparking at her core. She had been close to orgasm when Killian had torn Eros off her. Now, her true mate's kisses set her blood on fire, and she saw his eyes turn golden, ‘Fuck Tegan.’

He ignored the presence of doctors and the medical staff in the room, which instantly stopped me from kissing his kissable lips. A silent promise in his intense gaze burned my cheeks, I gave him an Eskimo kiss and said, “Fine! I will do as you say. But don’t be late! Otherwise …” I leaned in, skipping his lips and trailed my lips over his cheeks towards his ears, biting his earlobe gently. “I will kill you with my venomous kisses!”

ALEXA Okay. So here's the thing. You're not supposed to kiss the man you were ordered to kill. You're especially not supposed to kiss him while you're straddling him with a knife to his chest. Oops. His hands found my hips, and my heart took one long, dramatic pause, like it had no idea which team it was playing for anymore. The enemy? The ex? God, I was so screwed. His lips moved against mine with that signature Killian arrogance, the kind that said, 'I know you're dangerous, baby, but I'll still die in your arms, smiling.' And the worst part? My body was matching his energy because it was a traitor.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

She blinked her eyes looking innocently at him. “You are just perfect.” Silas smiled looking at her adoringly, and helped the girl stand straight on her feet. The girl had clenched him tightly and was constantly looking at his face. Her gaze then fell on his lips and she lightly licked her lower lip. “God! Don’t do that. I would want to kiss you then.” Silas already knew what the girl was thinking and he exhaled sharply, feeling her breath on his lips. They both stood still, while Lara’s lips parted. “I have always wanted to do crazy things when I am drunk…”