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I lied.
Stealing from the three most infamous, cold-hearted devils of the Skull and Serpent Society was risky, but I needed it more than them. I had only one goal in mind—to survive.
Running away is what I do best. But nothing makes my heart beat faster than being hunted by Silas Rivera, Heath Preston, and Max Fletcher. They’re out of their minds insane, and they love nothing more than a wicked chase.
I robbed them of everything they cared for, and in turn they set their inner demons loose on me.
To atone for my sin, I must become theirs.
Their depraved games and twisted demands are slowly warping my mind until all that’s left is the unhinged desire for more.
More of their filth.
More of their murderous habits.
Until I’m willing to lay down my soul…
And I manage to steal the one thing they never wanted to give—their hearts.
Excerpt
Right as I enter the bedroom door, there’s a loud banging noise downstairs.
I shut the door and hide under the bed.
WHAM!
The front door is knocked open, and I jolt up against the wooden slats of the bed.
“Oh, Ivy …”
His voice makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“I’m baa-hack!”
It’s really them.
“Miss me?”
An unsettling laugh makes me shudder underneath the bed.
If I stay here, they’ll definitely find me, but where else am I supposed to go? The doors are locked. The only way out … is running straight into their arms.
“You know you can’t hide from me, right?”
Crack. Crack. Crack.
His footsteps as he heads up the stairs make my heartbeat shoot through the roof.
“Little thief, little thief … let me come in.”
Fuck.
I fish into my pocket and search for the only thing that can help me right now. My little pocket knife that I always carry with me.
“Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin.”
That was definitely Heath. His voice is much, much lower than Silas’s … and much more ominous.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Silas laughs. “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in.”
WHAM!
The door to the bedroom is slammed open, and I hold my breath.
They’re here.
I swiftly cover my body with the blanket I bought underneath the bed.
“I’m impressed at your ability to lie, twig,” Silas says.
“Almost had me fooled too,” Heath adds as they enter.
I can see their black-laced boots as they waltz around the room, searching every nook and cranny. The closet is thrown open, all the contents that were left spilling out onto the wooden flooring. Objects are smashed against the walls, windows are torn open, and not even the bed is spared.
That’s when I spot him. Bent over. Looking straight at me.
Excerpt 2
“You.” I point my knife at her face. “Eyes on me.”
“Fuck y—”
She stops the second I grip her nipple and twist, swallowing down the scream she really, really wants to let out.
“Give me your scream, little thief.”
When she doesn’t react, I lean over and cover her nipple with my mouth instead, lavishing it with licks and nibbles until she’s squirming beneath me.
“See? You know how it works. Now let me hear.” I bite down.
A squeal follows, and it makes my cock nearly break through my pants.
Fuck me.
This is what I live for, what I’d literally kill for.
“That’s our good girl.” Heath leans over to lick her other nipple like he’s enjoying a lollypop.
“Had enough yet?” she asks.
I lean sideways so she can see me. “You think this is it? We’ve only just started.”
I lower myself down her body until I’m right between her legs, which I force apart.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You thought you could steal from me without giving me something in return?” I slide the knife down her belly and into her pants. “I’ll take, and take, and take from you and use your body as I see fit until you have nothing left to give, and even then …” A dirty grin spreads on my face. “I’ll take more.”
POP!
“Until every last inch of your body belongs to me.”
I tear away the button that keeps her pants together, and in one swift yank, I have them down her thighs. Pussy never fails to excite me, but this one right here … this is what I’ll fucking savor.
“Don’t claim her all for yourself,” Heath groans, rubbing himself right through his pants.
“You can have her mouth … this pussy is mine.”
I cut through the fabric of her panties and rip them off, watching her face begin to glow with heat. She jerks on the belt around her wrist, but it’s no use. Heath is right there to keep her in place.
I lean in to take a whiff of my prey, the delectable scent of pussy making me hungry, greedy … animalistic.
“This pussy is begging to be punished …” I murmur, fanning hot air across until she begins to squirm. “And I know just how.”
I firmly grab the knife and hold it over her skin while I lower myself and take the first lick. I can taste the fear, and what an aphrodisiac, fuck.
I push the knife into her skin and watch the blood droplet roll down into her slit.
“Fuck!” she hisses.
I lap it up and spread it all over her clit, which thumps under my tongue.
“I’m going to make you wish you never laid eyes on my prized possessions,” I say, licking her until she begins to squirm while firmly clutching the knife as it slowly pierces her skin. “By marking you as my prize.”
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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 adorable kitties. 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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