Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
My darkness meets a darker soul.
I’m a golden boy.
A genius law student, the heir to the Carson empire, and the dutiful son.
Or, at least, that's what it looks like from the outside.
Deep inside, I have the urge to set the world on fire.
I keep these impulses in check, rarely indulging in mayhem.
Until one night of debauchery backfires, and I'm caught by a villain.
I bury the entire ordeal with the rest of my skeletons.
That is, until that night walks into my classroom in the form of my new professor.
Kayden Lockwood.
A criminal who’s teaching criminal law.
I can't expose what he's done without unmasking my secret life.
What I can do, however, is force him to taste the poison he gave me.
In the clash of titans, Kayden and I break and crumble.
And I'm starting to realize this dangerous game may have no winners.
Kiss the Villain is a dark MM romance. Please check the author's note or visit the website for content warnings before diving in. While this book can be enjoyed as a standalone, diving into the Legacy of Gods series will give you a deeper connection to the characters
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PLAYLIST
Power – Isak Danielson
He’s My Man – Luvcat
Daddy Issues – The Neighberhood
Strangers – Ethel Cain
Apocalypse – Cigarettes After Sex
Addicted to the Wicked and Twisted – Palaye Royale
The Summoning – Sleep Token
Teacher’s Pet – Melanie Martinez
Swim – Chase Atlantic
Want Me – Stephen Dawes
Bad Omens – 5 Seconds of Summer
Pain Killer – Grabbitz
Sail – AWOLNATION
nameless – Stevie Howie
Green Eyes - Coldplay
Into The Fire Acoustic – Asking Alexandria
Something Blue – VOILA
Birds of a Feather – Billie Eilish
Livin’ in a World Without You – The Rasmus
You can find the complete playlist on Spotify.
1
GARETH
Tonight, I’m going to hurt someone.
I don’t care who as long as they wiggle and writhe like worms beneath my shoes.
Or more accurately, a snake.
Just kidding. I do care who.
It can’t be just anyone. The target of my night of mayhem needs to be a miscreant who’s as bad as me.
Or worse.
On paper, everyone is worse than me, though, so there’s that, I guess.
No one would expect The King’s U—or TKU—college’s resident genius law student to infiltrate the Serpents’ mansion during one of their grand parties.
Or to target none other than the head of the Serpents, Yulian Dimitriev.
The son of the leader of the Chicago Bratva.
But I’ve always been up for a little challenge.
So here I am, walking amid the overflowing extravagance of their lively mansion, sliding between hot, drugged, and drunk bodies. Despite being a Heathen—the other secret club on King’s U’s grounds and the Serpents’ deadly rival.
We’ve been at each other’s throats since the start of school on this godforsaken island on the coast of the dreary, dark, and depressing United Kingdom.
And while we love causing trouble, the one who actually started the war was Yulian, who was just itching to have his head bashed in and splintered to pieces.
Obviously, we returned the initial blow, and ever since then, it’s been a struggle to determine who holds more power.
Just kidding again. We’re unrivaled.
However, the Serpents are up there as well. Especially Yulian.
Our fights are always the talk of the campus, and the underground fights draw more crowds than intended.
Truth is, everyone loves a bit of anarchy.
A touch of chaos and violence.
A drip of blood here. A crack of bones there.
The crazier the better. The more unhinged the scene, the more entertaining it is to the audience.
But that audience is appalled about the idea of getting close, throwing a punch, tasting that blood, or touching that broken bone.
It’s shockingly disgusting.
Severely deviant.
Outrageously inhumane.
Vile.
Atrocious.
Horrifying.
I chant the same mantra in public—even amongst my friends. They know me as Gareth ‘The Fixer.’ Gareth, who makes sure no one gets killed and that the police are taken care of.
Golden boy Gareth with the highest GPA, who had Ivy League colleges foaming at the mouth to have him join their ranks.
Gareth, who possesses the cleanest reputation and a future lined with open doors.
No one suspects that when they think I’m closed off in my room studying, I’m actually here, roaming behind enemy lines with the Serpents.
Doing what none of them, not even my brother, Killian, would ever do.
And I’ve been so meticulous about it, too. First, I needed to receive an invitation, and those are only issued by the upper echelon, i.e., Yulian and his gang of useless followers. But they also allow their invitees to bring plus-ones.
So I seduced one of the girls Yulian’s been flirting with, pretending the book she was reading was interesting—it wasn’t, just another piece of mind-numbing analytical bullshit written by a self-righteous idiot—and it got the convo going.
I was pretty sure she was Yulian’s girlfriend since she was always hanging onto his arm and deep-throating him with her tongue around campus, but she sure didn’t look like it when she had her foot on my crotch under the table in the library—disgusting, by the way, don’t ever put your dirty shoes anywhere near me.
One incinerated pair of jeans later, I had the invitation I’d endured the urge to slit her throat for.
I’ve totally ignored her since I got here, though. The mask helps in keeping my preferred identity tucked away.
Invisible.
I adjust my white skeleton mask that has two large, black-painted holes where my eyes are—the Serpents’ version of our neon stitch masks. While ours are differentiated by color, theirs can be distinguished by the symbols engraved on them.
Normal members, like who I’m pretending to be, wear a simple white skeleton mask.
The leaders wear black skeleton masks.
Yulian, whose movements I’ve been following from across the room, is also wearing a black skeleton mask, but his has engraved golden serpents shooting out from where his eyes are.
No surprise there as he always loves standing out. The freakier the better.
His mansion is everything one would expect, though. An overwhelming display of power, wealth, and control. The grand hall stretches out before me in cold, decadent shades of ivory.
The chandeliers hang from the ceiling, dripping with crystals, emitting a dim, ethereal glow over the marble floors that shine like glass. Velvet drapes line the walls, their deep-red swaths casting a crimson hue on TKU’s students.