Kiss The Villain Novels & Stories

But f-k the man could kiss. She wrapped herself around him, her fingers threading into his hair, and her ankles crossing behind his back. He pushed her up against Vice’s chest and groaned into her mouth. Oh, yes, champagne and honey, she thought wildly, as his hand slid up her thigh and her hands tangled in his hair, pulling it back from his face so that she could kiss him to her satisfaction. When she threw her head back to draw breath, Vice’s lips met hers, and she kissed him, sweeping her tongue against his to taste him. F-k the man tasted divine. Victor kissed his way down her neck to the cleavage bared by her dress.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her closer to him, until she was smashed against him, leaving no distance between them. Killian tilted his head to kiss her better and bite her trembling lips brutally. Amara hissed in pain when he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. He wasn't kissing her, he was punishing her for angering him. She hits his chest so that he leaves her but he holds her hands in a tight grip from his other free hand and seized all her moments. He forced her to open her lips and trusted his tongue inside her mouth. He let his tongue explore her mouth, tasting every corner of her sweetness. His kiss was forceful, brutal and agonizing. She hissed and cried out in p

I really didn't know how to react. For a second, I was in a daze. It wasn't my fault, really. I wasn't the heroine. I wasn't immune to the main characters of this book. And just now I got kissed by the hottest and most dangerous villain in this damn world. So of course I felt like my heart was going to beat out of its chest. Then he looked up. Just his golden eyes. Looking into mine. Watching my reaction. Just before the heat of his kiss left my skin, I could feel them form a smile.

I groaned, attempting to pull away, but the firm remained strong. Then his face inched, and he lowered his head, aiming at my mouth. I smirked, lifting my knee at the center of his pants. “What? You’d kiss me and pull away? Two villains getting together. Sounds like a movie directed by a misogynist. Make the woman succumb to the man, and portray her as weak. Not today.” I cocked my head and pressured his dick. “I’ll hit harder next time. Let me go.” Smiling, he tugged his hand off, and I retreated.

But just as Neil blew out the candles, Ken Yimo suddenly leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Neil's cheek. Seeing this scene, a fire of rage ignited within me, and a single thought consumed my mind: to hit him. I nearly crushed my phone in my grip, my breath quickening with anger. That seemingly harmless kiss from Ken Yimo was laden with a twisted desire. Neil hesitated for a moment, smiling awkwardly, as if he didn’t comprehend the implications behind the gesture. But I knew the truth—this monster was cloaking his ambitions in warmth, meticulously luring Neil deeper into his trap with every move he made.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

I absolutely, unapologetically melted. My hands curled into his shirt, his hands pulled me close, and somewhere in the suite, I swear I heard Mr. Yellow gag dramatically behind a pillow. But neither of us cared. Because this kiss wasn’t just romance. It was a claim. A promise. A sizzling, toe-curling royal seal of vengeance, power, and love. And when we finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, I whispered— “Well… that was better than decapitation.” Edric smirked.

Is this a horror movie or something? When the hard guy finally falls for the girl, and then the villain comes for a strike. But in this case, what would the villain be? A vampire? A monster? Or maybe a Halloween character. Or the villain is unknown. Unknown? The blackmailer? Mayeli let out a small scream. It's been a day since the blackmailer’s deadline, but why would he attack Killian? Oh no! He came for her this time. What?

She lets out a gasp when I begin to trail kisses down her neck and tilts her head, burying further into the pillow. Her hands fall to my shoulders with a firm grip. But I don’t stop. Not even for a second. My fingers encircle her hips as my lips slide down to her collarbone like melted butter. Every kiss is an explanation of my desperate love for her. “Zack,” she begins, trying to keep her voice steady. “What do you think might be Marcellus’ next step?” I lift my head and press my forehead against hers. “To kill me?” “Seriously?” A crease forms between her eyebrows.

he said tenderly and gently began to kiss the swollen and broken areas where he had struck her skin. "I love you with everything I am, my darling," he grunted between kisses. "This pain you feel now is just a fraction, of what my heart fucking felt every moment you chose to reject and avoid me!" Bellinor shoved the traumatised woman onto her back. Alinta could only stare at him in fear, her eyes wide with terror. The villain cupped her face in both hands, relishing the view of her trembling body beneath him. The warm, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks over his fingers filled him with elation, knowing she was at his mercy.