Kiss The Villain Novels & Stories

"Everyone has touched another's person chest in their life, okay? You can't be jealous of that," "So what if I am?" Vincenzo wrapped an arm around Wade's waist and pulled him, pressing him against his chest. Wade sucked in a breath, staring back at those heated dark eyes. "Only I can touch you. If others dared to touch you, I'll break their fingers and gorge out their eyes," "Fuck, why are you so violent? You're not allowed to do that, okay?" "Let me kiss you. If I kiss you, I might be kinder to those offenders,"

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

I'm not sure if it's triumph or lust but I know it was nothing good. He takes my left hand, making me flinch at the contact as he slides the ring into my finger. The ring feeling too hot on my cold skin. Still focusing on the ring on my finger as a proof that this is some joke, Valtor's lips capture mine in a forceful and aggressive kiss. My wolf purrs at the contact against my will and it feels like that is the reaction he needs to let me go, casting that evil smile. “Mate” Kayla purrs

It was anger and grief and the kind of heat that only grows in ruins. For a heartbeat, maybe two, he kissed me back. Then I gasped, shoving him away as my hand smacked across his chest. “What the hell was that?” I hissed, eyes wide in horror. “You kissed me! You damn pervert!” His brows raised, breath steady. “You kissed me first.” “You’re lying.” “No,” he said evenly. “You’re drunk, and angry, and so far buried in your own pain you can’t even see when you’re the one lighting matches.”

A bright green thread drifts down into the black. Somewhere, in a dungeon I do not yet know she is sitting in, my cousin Mabelle will feel the last of that knot break, and she will begin, wordlessly, to scream. Liam turns me. He does it carefully, the way a man turns a woman he loves in order to kiss the back of her neck. He removes his dagger from my ribs with a surgeon's patience. He rehearsed this, I understand in a rush. He has been rehearsing this in his own chambers for three years. He wipes the blade on my shoulder-scales before he tucks it away. He does not want to lose a good blade in the Zone. He intends to swim home.

"What about the other side? Aren't you going to kiss the other one?" "..." Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Her cheeks flared into a lovely, deep crimson. Tham’s gaze darkened with intensity, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. His thick, well-shaped lips captured hers in a kiss that was achingly tender. Kajarin parted her lips, surrendering to his advance as her eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was sweet and lingering, the heat between them rising steadily.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Thalia whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Nikolai hesitated, caught in the spell of her vulnerability. Sensing his hesitation, Thalia stepped closer into his space. She leaned up and kissed him again—a soft, deliberate press of her lips that tasted like an invitation—while her fingers found the top button of his shirt. One by one, she parted the linen, her knuckles brushing against the hard planes of his chest, revealing his well-defined abs. When she slid her palms over his warm skin, Nikolai let out a low, guttural groan.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

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.