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Title: Dark Wish

Author: Clarissa Wild

Genre: Dark Romance

Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers

Release Date: February 23rd, 2021

Blurb

I told him my deepest, darkest secret,

And in turn he made my wish come true.

 

She’s the shy girl. The one you’d never notice.

But I did. I watched her, studied her.

While she worked in the library, meticulously rearranging books as though she’d written them herself.

I wanted her… so I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Tell me your deepest, darkest wish…

And I will make it come true.

One whisper …

One single wish …

And I bought her soul.

 

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Excerpt 1

The door opens. First, a foot is visible. Then the black suit. Another foot. The man with the square jaw steps inside my room again, his thin lips tugging at the corner into a rugged, crooked smile.

I freeze in place as he closes the door behind him. The click of the lock falling into place makes my heart jump. Every step he takes is another one that forces me to stay put, as though his very presence is enough to make my body falter. My muscles fail to listen to me when I tell them to move. When I want to raise a fist and punch him for daring to get close.

Instead, I just stand there, gazing at both of us in the mirror, wondering why he did all of this to me … and what he’s planning to do.

As he walks closer, I hold my breath until I can practically feel his body against mine. He looks at me through the mirror, his tongue darting out briefly like a wolf would when it’s about to eat.

“You look … beautiful,” he says, his voice luscious, almost sexy. “Peculiar choice of dress, but I can appreciate that,” he muses, and he places a hand on my shoulder. Goose bumps scatter on my skin. “Look at yourself … So pretty yet so violent, those thoughts swirling inside your head.”

I spin on my heels, forcing his hand to drop from my shoulder. Even though my heart is racing, I come face-to-face with the man who trapped me.

“Who are you?”

That same dark, almost hungry smile appears. “Call me Eli.”

Eli … such an innocent name for such a devilish man.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

“What do I want?” He snorts, almost as if to laugh at me. “No, Amelia. This is what you wanted.”

My eyes widen as fire rages through my chest. “What I wanted? I never asked to be locked up like some pet.”

Suddenly, his hand is on my neck, fingers twisted around my flesh, causing me to gasp. “You asked …” His grip loosens, and his thumb caresses me so softly it confuses the hell out of me. “And I am here to make your wish come true.”

Tears well up in my eyes from my predicament. “What do you plan on doing to me?”

He cocks his head and bites his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over my body as though he’s taking in all that he owns. “Whatever I choose … Because that’s what you asked for: To be punished.”

“I take it back,” I say as a tear rolls down my cheek.

His hand slides up my neck, gently caressing my face until he reaches my cheek, where he picks up the lonely tear with his index finger and studies it for a moment. “Too late.”

He grabs my hand, lifting it. My eyes close, expecting pain.

But I’m surprised by a gentle kiss on the top of my hand. His rugged lips feel hot on my skin, and turmoil breaks my heart in two. This handsome stranger has taken me into what I assume is his home, but it’s cost me my freedom. All because of that one question he asked me.

His lips part again. “I will see you tonight.”

Then he turns around and marches off, leaving me with nothing except more insufferable questions that I don’t know the answers to.

Excerpt 2

He leans back again in the chair and places both hands on the armrests like a king judging his people. “Tell me again what you told me in that library,” he says. “Your deepest, darkest wish.”

I gasp. I’ve tried so hard not to remember why I said those words. And I know that’s the reason he forces me to say them out loud.

I look down at my own knees, wondering how I got here. Why I gave in so easily and whether it’s going to be worth it in the end. “I asked to be punished.”

“Exactly,” he replies. “Now look at me.”

When I do what he asks, his hand moves down to his belt, which he slowly unbuckles. Then he pulls the button on his pants and zips down. I gulp when he nudges down his boxer shorts, and his cock springs out.

I’ve seen my fair share of men, but this … he’s so huge that it almost makes my eyes fall out. His tongue briefly darts out to wet his lips, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of the fact I was staring. But my body still tenses up as he grasps his cock. What is he going to make me do? Will he tell me to pleasure him as a punishment?

He starts rubbing himself in front of me. At first it’s slow, careful, like he’s taking his time to enjoy himself. And I keep my eyes on him, not because he asked me to, but because I want him to know exactly what I feel and think about him. Because I’m waiting for him to pull the trigger, get up, and fuck me.

But as the more time passes and the harder he jerks off, the more I’m beginning to doubt my own conclusions. When he stands, I take a deep breath. Here he comes.

I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable. All men eventually end up savages.

The longer I wait, the more it seems like forever.

“Look at me,” he growls.

When I open my eyes, he’s still right in front of me, furiously jerking himself off. His tip is right near my forehead, and I don’t move an inch. His eyes are filled with fire, the kind that sets a soul alight and burns with a passion that shoots the pleasure right up your veins. And for a moment, I’m in awe of this man, this captor of mine who has taken my breath away.

His thick cock glistens with pre-cum, and it drips down onto my skin. Drip. Drip. Drip. I swallow when the droplet is large enough to roll down my nose and onto my lips. His hand reaches for my face, his thumb gently nudging my jaw down until my lips part, and the droplet rolls into my mouth like a salty afternoon snack.

The groan that emanates from his chest pushes all my buttons. I don’t know why it affects me this much. Or why I let this man do these things to me without putting up a fight. Or why … my pussy is flushing with heat and desire.

Fuck.

Author Bio

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.

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