Kiss The Villian Novels & Stories

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

Then with his lips, his tongue, he struck fire as I cried out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. The rumors about Killian being a heartless devil were true after all, sexually I mean..I'm certain the handsome devil Is a sex maniac, capable of sending every woman to the seventh heaven. "Oh Killian!" I arched my body like a cat on a stretch and nuzzled my entrance into his face like a filly at the gate as Killian crouch down to taste the salt, to run his fingers around the rim while I opens and shuts like a sea anemone.

Not a kiss. A laboratory. A silver table. And Killian’s voice promising that we would "transcend" together. "Vespera," Killian said, landing softly a few feet away. He ignored Malachi entirely, his sapphire eyes locked onto mine. "He told you that I was the villain, didn't he? He told you that he’s the one who loves you. But tell me... which one of us is wearing the crown that bleeds? Which one of us is using your power to keep his throne stable?"

"How can you say something so vile? I'm trying to save a life, and all you can think about are your filthy suspicions! "I know you've been seeing someone else. That's why you're trying to slander me and force a divorce, so you can be with her!" Before Wendy could finish, the middle-aged woman whipped out her phone and went live. "Everyone, look! This male doctor is stopping his pregnant wife from saving a life, accusing her of having an affair with the victim, and now he wants a divorce right here! People like this need to be exposed!" The livestream blew up instantly, with comments flooding in.

Vivian pov I smiled and said, "Who hasn’t stumbled into a mess when they were young and naive? But no one wants to fall into the same mess twice." Dominic Blackwood's handsome face darkened, nearly dripping with anger. Did I really just compare him to a mess? A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he tightened his grip on my chin and leaned down, kissing me fiercely. Caught off guard, I was taken by surprise. By the time I reacted, the man had already taken control, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free from his hold. In a moment of desperation, I bit down hard on his lip, and a metallic taste filled our mouths. Seizing the opportunity while he was momentarily distracted, I

He had just enough wherewithal to see the surprise in Valeria’s eyes before he kissed her. Their lips slotted together as though they had been made to do so. Valeria tasted like salt and sage, something plant-like and intense. Her nose bumped against Killian’s cheek, like a second kiss. The curve of her jaw was gentle along the slope of his palms. Killian deepened their connection, pressing in closer, wanting Valeria to feel just how much he treasured her, how much he wanted her— And then Valeria was yanking herself free from his grip, shoving him backwards, putting distance between them. Too much distance, in fact.

To be manhandled by the King. His breath caught when Rhydian brushed his thumb over his lower lip. "I’ve seen how you look at me," Rhydian whispered. "Even if you try to hide it." "I don’t...” Valen began, but his voice shook. He couldn’t lie in this moment. Rhydian leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was slow, deep, and demanding. Valen melted into it, lips parting as Rhydian kissed him with deliberate hunger. His fingers dug into Rhydian’s back, wanting more...needing more.

“Better than the rest of us? That you’re gonna get revenge for what happened? You’re a fool.” Then came the slap. It wasn’t even about pain anymore. I barely felt it. I stood straight. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. “I don’t have dreams,” I said quietly. “Just things I have to do.” “Good,” she spat, then turned and left me alone. I rolled my shoulders. I’d spent sixteen years under her roof, learning to swallow pain, to stay quiet, to wait. I wouldn’t wait much longer. The whole village was buzzing with news: Prince Lucien Devereux was throwing a grand ball… to choose a bride.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.