Killer's Kiss

Chapter sixteen

Lisa's heartbeat raced wildly, her skin prickling with an unbearable heat. It was as if her body were rebelling, urging her to claw at herself until the feeling subsided. She had never felt this way before. Not once in her life.

The serial killer, who had faced death and delivered it countless times, now felt consumed by something entirely foreign: raw, unfiltered desire. And all she had done was touch Chaeyoung—just barely. She hadn't kissed her, hadn't even taken things further, yet her entire being burned as though she had.

If this was the power of a mere touch, what havoc could a kiss wreak? What would it feel like to have Chaeyoung's hands on her, exploring her, undoing her?

The thought sent Lisa spiraling. She needed to stop this madness, to sever whatever invisible thread tethered her to the blonde. But how? Lisa, who had always been in control, was now hopelessly ensnared by Chaeyoung's presence. The universe dimmed whenever she looked at her. When their eyes met, the world ceased to exist.

This wasn't just dangerous—it was catastrophic. For the first time, Lisa felt vulnerable.

Before she could overthink it, she drew her pistol from the concealed pocket of her suit and pointed it at Chaeyoung's forehead.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now," Lisa demanded, her voice trembling.

Chaeyoung froze, her eyes wide with shock, before letting out a piercing shriek. Her arms flew to shield her head.

"Oh my God," the blonde stammered, her voice shaking. "You—you have a gun?" Her panic was almost amusing, considering the danger she was already in. Lisa fought back a smirk.

"You should be worried about far more than the gun," Lisa replied coldly. "Now answer me."

Chaeyoung's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. She bowed her head, trembling at Lisa's feet.

"I'll do anything," Chaeyoung sobbed. "Please, don't kill me. I—I'll do anything."

Lisa's stomach twisted. The sight of Chaeyoung groveling, so small and fragile, filled her with a mix of disdain and pity. This wasn't right.

"Get up," Lisa barked, grabbing Chaeyoung's arm and hauling her to her feet. "Stand up, Chaeyoung."

The blonde wobbled unsteadily, glaring at Lisa through tear-streaked eyes.

"What am I going to do with you?" Lisa mused, inspecting her with a critical gaze.

Chaeyoung's expression shifted, anger flashing through her tear-clouded features.

"You bitch!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "How could you—how could you hold me over the edge like that? Do you think this is funny?"

"Shh." Lisa pressed a finger to Chaeyoung's lips, silencing her. "Let me think."

The serial killer rubbed her temple, the tension in her head pounding. Finally, she holstered her gun.

"I'll ask you a few questions," Lisa said coolly, her voice regaining its edge. "You'll answer them with short, direct responses. Got it?"

Chaeyoung's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Excuse me?" she snapped. "You just pointed a damned gun at me—"

"Chaeyoung."

"Lisa."

The air between them crackled, their gazes locking in an unspoken battle. Lisa was the first to break the moment.

"Do you know who planted the bombs at your university five months ago?" Lisa asked.

Chaeyoung's jaw clenched.