Kiss Of Kill Novels & Stories

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

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.

Pathetic. And there it was. Not a document, but a secure folder filled with personal photos and messages. The photos were the goldmine. Killian and Professor Igor. Not in a lecture hall. Not talking about grades. They were in a dark, quiet bar, practically sitting in each other's laps, eyes locked. The best photo—the one I knew would burn the whole house down—was a slightly blurry shot of them kissing, their faces pressed together in a moment of desperate, undeniable affection.

Her toes curled as he moved his fingers faster inside her, her moans reverberating around the room. Sweeping the papers and devices on his table away, Killian lifted Ruelle off his lab, placing her on the table. Before Ruelle could utter a word, his lips crashed onto hers, taking her breath away. The kiss wasn't gentle or soft but passionate, different from the first one they shared just now Her hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, clutching his shirt as she kissed him back. Killian pulled her panties down, his trousers dropping to the floor. Pulling her to him, he parted her legs.

This kiss blew that kiss out of the water. This was a waterfall kiss. His lips were firm and confident, his tongue tasting and caressing like he couldn't get enough of my taste. I moaned softly, whimpering at his sensual touch that was driving me wild. I'd never been kissed like this before. Finally, I was getting to kiss Leo. My Leo, the man I had loved for years. And here was the proof that he cared for me right back. My hand caressed his jaw, feeling the end of day stubble that rasped against my lips. I loved how masculine and strong he was.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

The mess was half the art. He’d been trying to kill Dmitri Solokov for four fucking years. I did it in one night with no backup and no blueprint. That must’ve bruised his pride so hard he bled jealousy. Now he wanted to meet me. Like I was some damn contractor. My laughter cracked the silence, dry, bitter, dangerous. “Poor bastard’s probably jerking off to my kill report.” I shook my head and downed the whiskey. Then my phone rang. Not the burner. Not the work phone. My phone. Only one person had that number.

Since I have no chill, I declare to the empty bar: “This is it. I’ve peaked.” Kyle snorts, cupping the back of my head. “Come here.” Our kiss is slow and deep and filthy, tongues sliding together and teeth grazing bottom lips. We don’t come up for air, because that is what nostrils are for: to let you kiss a sexy older man until your head spins. I get it now. “Mmph.” I’ve given up on words. Why speak, when my mouth is better occupied? Better to kiss Kyle like it’s my last night alive, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans, and let my body do the talking. It’s sure got enough confessions to make.

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

Kill’s voice was deep, slow, and sensual, and mind-blowing. I nodded and I felt his hot breath on my core, followed by the feel of his tongue. He gave my pussy a slow and long lick that sent my brain in hassle. “Oh…oh….oh….fuck….fu….oh….hmmm.” I moaned at every slow strike. Every new one feels better than the last. “You taste divine, pùca. I could keep eating this pussy forever.” Killian’s voice vibrated in my pussy and it felt like my body went along with the vibration.