Kiss Of Kill Novels & Stories

His lips brushed the shell of my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse with satisfaction. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “But we’re nowhere near done.” He slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his cum immediately start to pour from my well-fucked, gaping hole. Killian turned me around gently, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop. He stepped between my spread thighs and kissed me deeply—slow, possessive, and claiming—his tongue tangling with mine while his hand slid between my legs.

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.

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.

NOT UNLESS MUMMY KISSES US GOODNIGHT. Daniela’s face flamed. “Matteo…” Four tabs rose in chorus: KISS!— Matteo. KISS!— Alessio. KISS!— Rocco. KISS!— Leo. Killian pinched the bridge of his nose. “God help me.” Daniela knelt, quickly kissing each small forehead. The boys beamed, triumphant. When she stood, her eyes met his. For one heartbeat too long, neither looked away. “See you tomorrow, angels.” she whispered then turned to Killian. “Goodnight sir.”

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

I freeze for a moment before parting my lips. His tongue dives in, claiming my mouth, tangling with mine. At first, his kiss is soft, restrained, but the moment our tongues touch, it's like a beast breaking free—wild, sucking, devouring. My body melts, breaths quickening, soft moans escaping my throat. The kiss lasts, not calming his heat but stoking it. When our lips part, Kieran presses me back onto the bed, his mouth trailing down, kissing, nipping, until he buries his face in my collarbone, sucking hard on a tender spot.

But then she heard a human voice, and she hesitated, trying to listen to him. The voice spoke again, and this time she recognized his words. 'Enemies of humans are humans. We just love them,' he said in his deep voice as he leaned in to kiss her. As he kissed her lips, her body trembled. She felt a scream of pleasure, an explosion of ecstasy, and the world was suddenly filled with light and colors, like a million rainbows. A million colors. She felt a strange sense of recognition from his touch.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

“Kieran, what the fuck!” “You touched him,” Kieran seethes, voice low and dangerous; he speaks like a man who is possessed as his eyes flicker between amber and green, his wolf wanting to come out and rip the head off the person who dared to lay their filthy hands on their man. “You fucking kissed him!” Cassian’s face is almost blue from how tight and hard Kieran is pressing his against his neck. “It was just a kiss. What the hell’s your problem?” Kieran pushes harder instead; his instinct is to kill. “My problem?” he laughs, a dry and dark humorless sound that bounces off the walls. “You put your mouth on something that isn’t yours. He is fucking mine!”