Kiss The Villain Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

I screamed at her with laughter, throwing a pillow but she caught it effortlessly. “Kierra Lewis, the booktok queen just posted about your stalker.” Gianna looked shocked; she jumped around before running out of the room; God knows, sometimes all I want to do is tie her up for days. A ping on my phone drew my attention to it. It was a text from Kian, <>

His face was unreadable so I didn't know what was going on in his head. “Calm down. I won't do anything to you. I will leave now.” Saying that he left and I almost collapsed on the floor. ‘See, I told you—he will never reject us. He's not like those men who hurt you. He's like the villain in romantic books. You should know villains love their loved one unconditionally. They worship the land from where their loved one walked. You are lucky to have him. Accept him.’ Zia started nagging me again.

He barely even had to stretch. "Oh, well, well." He flipped to another page, eyes scanning it with this slow, entertained expression that made my skin crawl. "It looks like our valedictorian has got some kinks." He took a few steps back as he said it, putting more distance between the book and my reach. I went after him anyway. "There is nothing dirty about it." I said it with my full chest because I meant it and I reached for the sketchbook one last time. He pulled his hand back before I got anywhere close. Then in one quick move, he pushed me and I landed on the bed with my back flat against the mattress before I even registered what had happened. He climbed up fast, pinning both my hands

“The show starts now.” Before I can pull away, his other hand cups the back of my neck and his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is not gentle. It’s punishment. Possession. Fifteen years of war condensed into fire and teeth and raw, angry hunger. I should push him away. Instead, my fingers fist in his shirt and I kiss him back just as viciously. When he finally pulls back, both of us are breathing hard. His eyes are almost black. “Welcome to hell, Sophia,” he whispers against my swollen lips. “Try not to enjoy it too much.”

Chapter 6: RHIANNON’S POV~ I didn’t understand why my body was reacting like this. It made no sense. My pussy was heating up. A sudden, slick rush of moisture soaked my underwear. All because of the way Kieran was looking at me and what he had just said. My stomach dropped the moment my eyes scanned the second page. It wasn't a contract. This was a leash. I flipped the page, my fingers trembling so bad the paper rattled.

“Right. Okay, so you’ve had shit luck in love. Means your luck will go up now, you know?” “It won't. It's obvious.” “Why would that be obvious?” I snort and look at him like it’s an idiot. “You know.” “Know what?” “Baby, I’m the villain of this story. Don’t you know that the villain is never the main character?” He frowns. “I think you read too much.” “No, it’s true. And the villain’s luck also never goes up, so you know.” I shrug. “There’s probably no point to this.”

"To have the death-kissed girl take responsibility for her crimes? You want to talk about innocence? Let's talk about yours." Riven's breath hitched. He wasn't pouting anymore. His head tilted back against the desk, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat, and I could see the pulse hammering there, the blood rushing beneath the skin. "You're a menace, Lumira." His bound hands twitched, the violet chains humming with restrained power. "A beautiful, terrifying menace." "And you're a liar." My lips grazed the corner of his mouth, teasing the heat of his breath. "You loved every second of that kiss. And you've been following me like a stray kitten ever since."

The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight. “Princess…” he growled, but it sounded more like a plea now. I leaned in and licked along his sharp jawline, tasting salt and skin. Then I whispered right against his lips, “I don’t care about Dante. I don’t care about the danger. I want you inside me, Killian. Right here in this booth. Fuck your little sister fantasy and take what you’ve wanted for years.” That did it. His control shattered completely.