Title: Evil Boys
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Date: TBA
Blurb
I was hellbent on making them pay. Instead, they bent and twisted me.
I am the golden child, the one who’s supposed to be perfect.
During the day I attend Spine Ridge University as my father wishes, but when darkness falls I put on my mask to hunt criminals and destroy them.
Until one night when I come face to face with three evil boys …
Kai, Nathan, and Milo from the Phantom Society. Secretive, violent, dirty guys who promise to expose my vigilante justice and put my dangerous side-job in the limelight.
They’ll show the world how savage I truly am … unless I let them have their way with me.
My body bartered for their silence … And I say yes.
They’re shameless in claiming me, not even my dignity is spared.
With their devious games they make me question my sanity.
Worst of all … I’m beginning to love every inch of their corruption.
Until it’s no longer just bodies against bodies, but four hearts beating in sync.
But if I’m really going to go down this path to hell …
I’m taking those devils with me.
Excerpt
Suddenly, someone snakes their hand around my waist and pulls me in for a dance. I glance over my shoulder and see a mask, but in the dark it’s hard to tell who. But their moves …
Sultry, smoking, like our bodies are entwined, dancing in rhythm to the music.
And I just can’t step away, no matter how many times my brain tells me I should.
I don’t know who this is, it could be anyone, or it could be Jason. It’s definitely a guy, judging from the calloused hands that grip me tightly.
But Jason never danced with me like this, like he doesn’t just want to entertain me but move my soul. And as his hand snakes up my belly and my hips move closer to his, my breathing picks up and my heartrate becomes unsteady.
Unhinged, as a set of lips breathe hot air right underneath my ear, lingering near my skin as an intention to kiss, but without the touch. And fuck me, I’m almost ready to lean in and let him.
“Jason?” I mutter over my shoulder.
“Try again…”
My breath falters, my body still swaying around in his arms. “Who are you?”
A delectable grin spreads against my skin. “Whoever you want me to be.”
He spins me around and his arm is locked around my body. But the darkness in the room still won’t allow me to see even a glimpse of his face, let alone his eyes.
Goddammit.
“What do you want?” I grit, wondering if I should pry myself away from him before those hands turn into bones. Because when Jason comes back, he’s definitely not going to be happy.
A dirty smirks spreads on his lips. “Dance with me.”
Before I can get a closer look, he spins me around again, dancing hip to hip, mixing sultry moves with sexy footwork that would put Jason to shame. I’m so glad he isn’t here to see me being whisked around.
“Wait, I have a boyfriend,” I mutter under my breath.
It can’t hurt to lie every once in a while if it keeps me safe and at least then Jason will be good for something.
Suddenly, the stranger pushes me over, and I nearly fall, but his hand cups the small of my back, keeping me steady. And in that moment I’m acutely aware of how each of his fingers gently press into me. He leans in, wolf-like teeth getting dangerously close to my neck as he whispers, “Not anymore.”
My jaw drops from the sheer arrogance in his voice.
Until his tongue dips out to lick my skin and by God I almost moan.
Just the tip. Just that one inch and it’s already enough to make me yield.
What the fuck?
He pulls me back up again, holding me close to his body as we softly sway to the music, his hand interlocked with mine, and I don’t know if I could let go if I wanted to.
His face is right beside mine, and I can feel his body against me, thick thighs, hard abs, trained but lean, built for the kill.
His lips hover close to my ear, whispering deadly words.
“I know what you are … kitty. A killer.”
My eyes widen.
I pull back, desperate to see who it is, but these damn dark lights aren’t helping. But the second I do, his hand releases mine and he disappears into the crowd like a ghost. And I’m left with a thrumming heart and a throbbing pussy.
Excerpt 2
“Show yourself!” I growl. “Who are you?”
“You still have two guesses left.” His voice is low and commanding, chill-inducing.
My nostrils flare and I reach for the second knife in my heels. My last weapon. My last shot to get him before he gets me.
I hold it close, ready to strike.
“Answer me!” I yell.
“You’re just as violent as I remember,” he muses back from across the room.
So he is one of the three guys I met at that fucker’s house.
I want to throw my knife so badly, but if I do I’ll have forfeited my last shot to get him. And if I miss … I’m fair game.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I growl.
“Oh, now you’re talking my love language. C’mon then. Give me your best shot,” he taunts, bolting at me fast.
But as I attempt to throw, he comes out of nowhere and grips my wrist. Within a second he’s got me pinned me to the wall, and he pries the knife from my hand.
Enraged, I punch him, but he avoids my first hit like an expert.
So I lift my knee and kick him right in the stomach.
He groans and bucks, so I try to throw in another punch, but he grips my throat out of nowhere and pushes me up against the wall. His hand snakes around my neck so tightly I can barely breathe. I scratch at his fingers, desperate to get loose.
“Third try, little kitty,” he murmurs near my ear. “Who do you think I am? Think fast.”
I groan from the sheer force applied to my neck. “Fuck you.”
A faint, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “I get the sense that you don’t want to admit that you were there …” His fingers dig into my skin as he leans in to whisper. “That you killed that man.”
“You following me around?” I hiss.
He smiles against my skin. “You make it so easy to find you … when you wear that ribbon.”
He plucks it from my hair and I suck in a breath as it drops to the floor.
So he’s the one who stole my ribbon that night. And that means those three definitely go to school here too. Fuck. Just my luck.
“What do you want?” I rasp.
“You stole our kill.” Each word is pronounced very deliberately, like he’s trying to make me feel guilty. But I don’t feel guilty at all.
“Your kill?” I scoff. “Sorry, I didn’t know there was a waiting line.”
He leans in and whispers, “Jokes won’t get you far, Lana.”
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. “How the fuck do you know my name?”
“That’s not the question you should be asking,” he murmurs. “What you should be asking is ‘how can I stop this man from telling the world about my murderous habits’?”
“Fuck off,” I lips, trying to break free from his grasp, but he’s much stronger than I am.
“Ah, ah … you won’t get away this time,” he murmurs.
“You think I want to get away?” I muse. “I came looking to kill you.”
He smiles against my skin. “God, I love your tenacity.” He slowly invades my space, pushing his body up against me until I can feel his thick thighs rub up against mine again, his bulge growing harder and harder. “You wanting to kill me only gets me hard.”
“Fuck you,” she growls.
“Oh, I will fuck you, all right,” he says, and his tongue dips out to lick the rim of my ear. “And you will definitely moan when bore my way through that wet little pussy of yours.”
“You wish,” I grit, and yet I can feel my pussy throbbing between my legs, but I ignore it.
“I know violence gets you going,” he whispers. “I can feel your heartbeat pick up, Lana.”
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what? Call you by your name?” He leans away. “I think you know as well as I do we’re well past introductions now.”
God-fucking-dammit, I wish I could see him more than anything.
“You know my name, now give me yours,” I say.
He snorts. “I’ll give it to you …” Suddenly, I feel something cold underneath my chin. A blade. Mine. “After you come for me.”
What? Did he just…?
Oh my fucking God, the arrogance!
“Fuck you, I would never—”
He removes his hand from my wrist, the knife still at my throat like an imminent and very clear threat.
If I move, I die.
But his hand slowly lowers down my arm, smoothing along my body, and every single one of my senses is awakened against my wishes. A soft groan escapes his mouth as he cups my breast, the sound so low and gravelly it brings goosebumps to my body.
And I don’t understand why my body has this reaction.
Why I feel the need to lean into his touch.
Fuck, what is wrong with you, Lana? Don’t let him do this.
But the second my muscles twitch, the blade pushes further into my skin.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says, his voice so dark it makes me gulp.
He moves further down my dress, until his hand is right there between my legs, making me feel needy, twisted, debased.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“You’re a—”
The knife pushes even further into my skin until I’m forced to tilt my head back. “Don’t insult me when the fun is just about to begin, kitty.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say through gritted teeth.
But his finger pushes down on my clit and I’m having such a hard time staying put.
“Don’t call you what?” he murmurs, rubbing my clit right through my dress. “A violent little kitty?”
“Ridiculous,” I scoff, but his fingers keep working me, and it’s hard not to breathe puffy breaths. I hate to even think about how damp I’m already becoming.
Stop it, Lana, don’t even think about getting wet.
“No, what’s ridiculous was thinking that cat mask would protect you from being found,” he says, his hand slipping down further until he reaches the bottom of the dress near my thighs, and his fingers creep underneath. “But I found you. And now I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
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, and her two crazy but cute dogs. 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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