Kiss The Villian Novels & Stories

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

“It has always been yes, if you will have me, Aien.” His exhale shuddered through him, almost a sob and he caught my face between his hands, raining kisses upon it. “Thank you. Thank you. I love you,” he said over and over between each kiss. “I will be the best husband for you, Daethie. I will spend every moment of my life loving you.” “Aien…” I was interrupted by his passionate kiss and surrendered into it, my body melting into his. “I know a way to our rooms, that no one will see us…” He whispered against my lips.

"It's alright. You don't need to say sorry for kissing that ugly idiot." Lia reassures, placing her hands at the crook of Killian's neck in a romantic manner. "He must have seduced you. I know bitches like him." Lia continues, leaning in to kiss Killian's lips but Killian puts a finger on her lips. "I will just say one thing to you today." Killian whispers to her with his raspy voice, sending waves of goosebumps to her. No wonder Killian is the epitome of hotness! His voice alone is capable enough to turn her on.

“Kira Vasillios.” Killian smiled widely. I might have considered it charming if he weren’t trying to destroy my family. “Nice to meet you, Kira,” he said. His other hand enclosed mine as he lifted it and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. Ugh. I was definitely showering after this. Scrubbing. Burning this dress. “Same here,” I replied, pulling my hand back… not as fast as I wanted to. I resisted the urge to wipe it against the back of my dress.

At this moment, she could no longer hold back her tears and they spilled from the corners of her violet eyes. He was growing even thicker inside her. Little Rosa hiccupped suddenly, raising her arms helplessly with a crying face. “Killi..Ahhm.. I ne-need ahh~ kiss.” she whimpered. “Fuck yes! I’m all yours. My love. I’m all yours.” he growled hoarsely. Killian leaned into her tiny body without releasing her thighs. His cock sank deeper making her eyes roll back in pleasure. Rosa cupped his face with her trembling palms and Killian pressed their lips together in a rough kiss. His thrusts grew harder and suddenly heartless.

his fingers dive my pussy, “Fuck” “Tell me, why are you making a scene out of a common kiss, when I can fuck you this good huh” his fingers drove in faster, I threw my head backwards as one of his hand grabbed my waist, lifting it and resting my two legs on the walls of my closet,giving him more access into my pussy, his pace became faster, deeper and violent “Fuck Killian, yes baby, you're the best,” “Shit” I suddenly grabbed onto his arms, “Now, moan, cry out my name, while I finger you like my slut”

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

A violent shiver racked my body. “Something like this?” he whispered, his voice low, rough, and deliberately provocative. Every syllable was a violation of the boundary I’d just drawn. “Is this what you mean by ‘funny’?” My entire body tensed, a sharp inhale catching in my throat. I was frozen. “Or this?” he murmured, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against my skin, right over the frantic beat of my pulse. The contact was searing. “Does this qualify?”

At the end of the hallway, a VIP room door was slightly ajar. There was no sound of mixing drinks. I peeked through the crack. Inside, Killian had his back to the door. He had Tessa pinned hard against the sofa. He was thrusting his hips wildly. Every strike was brutal and deep, like he wanted to break her in half. "Don... ah... it's too deep..." "Shut up, you slut!" Killian gripped her waist, panting and cursing. "How dare you tempt me here? Why the fuck is your body so tight? You're milking me dry!"

"The vaults are broken. The upper ring is tamed. Claim your mate." Killian let out a dark, predatory growl that shook my very center, catching my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute dominance as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the wealth of the old empire burned outside the treasury walls.