Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

“Beautiful woman, yes. I just don't shower you with kisses now because if I don't hold back, I'll devour you.” “De-devour?” Carina spoke in a whisper, with her eyes narrowed. She couldn't see almost anything. “Please, my glasses.” Renzo approached her and felt that, despite being afraid, she was excited. She wanted him. He closed the distance between them and kissed her lightly. Clearly, Carina was inexperienced. She didn't know how to kiss. Going against everything Renzo always imagined, what he always said, he was pleased that she didn't know how to kiss. It meant he would teach her even that.

Either way, I wasn’t sure what that meant. “Come on,” Killian said under his breath, tugging my hand again. Oh my God. He just did that. We just did that. He didn’t stop until we were tucked away in a quiet room— a study room “Why would you do that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. And I wasn’t even sure which part I meant. The kiss. The gunshot. All of it "Do what?" he asked, like he genuinely didn’t understand. I stared at him, heart still thudding. “You just kissed me…..in front of all of them. And you killed someone. In front of everyone.”

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of a man who has to lock his wife up to keep her from running? I don’t need a key to make you stay by my side, Sienna. I only need this." Without warning, Killian leaned down and smothered her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. This wasn't a gentle kiss of affection. This was a kiss of anger, passion, and claim. Sienna tried to fight, her hands pounding against his shoulders, but he only tightened his embrace.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

His large, warm hand cupped her jawline firmly, his thumb brushing across her trembling bottom lip with rough, possessive friction. Before Seraphina could draw another breath to protest, Killian captured her lips. The kiss was not gentle; it was a hungry, devastating collision of mouths driven by days of suppressed longing, fierce territorial jealousy, and the undeniable pull of the mating bond. His lips pressed brutally against hers, demanding entry, sweeping away all her feeble resistance in a torrential rush of heat and emotion.

“I wish I can remember who I am. We didn’t get to talk last night.” “Obviously, I bet you were too busy screaming his name the entire time.” He stated laughing. “You look really beautiful. After sex glow is your look.” “I can get use to that.” I replied laughing. “So, do I get to know the truth now?” I asked after we finish eating breakfast. “The food was amazing.” Kayla stated. “Thanks. I want the truth. Who are trying to kill me? Why did they blow up the bistro? Who are you people? How am I friends with you guys?” I blurted out.

"Aviana has told me everything. How Richard was killed, when he was killed, and who's held responsible for his death. She told me everything." "Good. That will save us time." "I will be right back." Ariana excused herself. "Oh! Here's a drink for me. Thanks. You can leave now." He signaled to the waiter that had brought him a bottle of drink. "Mason, we need your help. Do you by chance know this girl, Ken?" "Ken. Yes, I know her. Thank you once again." The waiter brought in another drink for him. He opened it without any hesitation and drank half of the drink before turning to look at us again. "Ken used to be Richi's girlfriend."

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

"Let's find ourselves a cab and a random hotel! Screw the freaking bus! I'm fucking you in Tokyo!" Killian smirks. "Damn, now we are talking, dirty girl—I can't wait to lick your tits." I growl, angry at my throbbing pussy. "Stop talking like that, and find us a cab!" Laughter fills my ears, and before I know it, I'm pulled in for another hot, searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I forget about the world, and then I'm drawn into desperate lust. Killian Phoenix will be the death of me—of this, I'm sure. The end.

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.