Taming Killian Black Novels & Stories

The door of the driver’s seat opens then closes. Now we’re alone in here. Just the two of us. Killian leans over, coming closer to me while taking his suit jacket off. His body prowls over mine and his hands caresses my body, pulling me gently to him, each touch filled with a hardened thirst and hunger. Hunger for me. “I don’t think the doctors would appreciate seeing their patient with hickeys.” I whisper, obviously trying to taunt in a non sexual way. “Fuck the doctors.” Killian breath, his head presses against the skin of my neck. I let out a pant as his tongue taints my skin. Killian spreads my legs for him, filling between my thighs with his form.

he hissed harshly. I instantly raised my head and behold the sight that befall me is magnificent, I'm mesmerized by it. The man before me is dressed in a black tuxedo, his dirty blonde hair styled and neatly combed backwards, his hair rests perfectly on his shoulders. His eyes are the perfect shades of green, his lips so pink and kissable, I unconsciously lick my lips. My eyes travel down to his chest, his muscles are budging out, like it can rip out of his suit any second, I'm 100% sure he's got strong abs in there.

They had their fangs bared and claws protruding. The wolves looked like they were ready to attack.Maya could hear her heartbeats speed up as she watched the wolves circle his position. Her wolf started thrashing, seeking to take over but Inside a car, what could she do to help him. " Hey Alpha, where's your wolf?" A brown wolf taunted making Killian scoff. He then shifted to his gaugantian black Wolf. It was the first time Maya saw Killian in his wolf form and she could not help but be in awe. His wolf looked majestic with his powerful legs and sturdy torso. Killian was the perfect example of a proud male wolf.

"What about him?" "It's Killian," I confessed. "Killian Blackwood is my bully from London. He has a video from back then, something that might get me expelled and ruin my family if it goes public. He’s using it to blackmail me. He made me sign a 30-day contract to do whatever he wants, or else the video goes viral. That's why I’ve been slipping out some of the nights, and he brings me back to the dorm in the morning.” "Oh my God," Mila gasped, pressing a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Killian’s the one who destroyed your life back home?"

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

"There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash." He leaned down, his mouth hovering just an inch from mine. I could taste the bourbon and the dark intent on his breath. "Dominic didn't love you. He owned you. He kept you in a cage of glass and steel. I’m offering you the world, Sienna. But first, you have to let him go. Truly let him go." "And if I can't?" Killian’s grip tightened, just enough to make me gasp. "Then I’ll make sure there is nothing left for him to wake up to. I’ll dismantle the Blackwood name until even the nurses forget who is lying in that bed

The black rogue’s neck was torn from his body, blood gushing out and spreading across the earth. Isabella’s eyes widened, a glimmer of recognition lighting them up—she knew that black wolf. It was Killian. He had come for her. A rush of emotion hit her—shock, disbelief, and an ache that tightened her chest. But before she could process it, two other wolves lunged at him from both sides. Killian’s wolf moved with ruthless precision. He lifted his foreleg and slashed the gray wolf across the chest, then caught the brown one in his jaws. With a powerful jerk, he hurled the gray wolf into the air; the sickening crack of bones on impact confirmed his death.

Tall windows framed in black showed rain still streaking down the glass. Sitting casually behind the desk was a man. Killian Black. She knew him the instant she saw him—though they’d never met. He looked more handsome than he did in papers. Everyone knew Killian Black. The man who’d built an empire from blood and backroom deals. He was the man Damien hated more than anyone in the world. Killian sat back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey lazily in one hand. His other hand drummed fingers against the desk—slow and bored.