Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
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.
The moment she uttered that word, she lost.
Not just the game … but also her dignity. Her pride. Her wrath. All of it lost to me with a single word.
And I can’t help but savor the taste of her fall.
I told her I was going to be here, waiting for her to take the plunge.
And now she finally begged.
I’m not going to let this moment go to waste.
I grab her body tight, pushing her closer to me as I relish this moment of pure sexual debauchery with my finger still inside her wet, aching pussy.
Since the day I met her, I’ve wanted nothing more than to claim what she had to offer. But it had to be her choice, her request, her wish that brought her to me. That made her succumb to me. Because now she’s in my hands, left at my mercy with no other options than to obey.
Obey and maybe she will finally find the truth behind her own demise.
In this world, there is no decision without consequence, and she must pay the price. She wants to be free of guilt, free of suffering? She must earn her way out.
And now that she’s finally ready to surrender …
I’m ready to take what belongs to me and fuck her into oblivion.
However, before I can say anything else, he’s dragged me up the bed and reached behind the boards for a pair of cuffs that he attaches to my wrists, locking me in place.
He leans back up on his knees and gazes at me as if to admire his work.
“Shouldn’t talk back to me like that, angel,” he murmurs. “You will stay here until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“What? But I didn’t do anything,” I reply, jerking on the cuffs, but it’s no use. They’re tightly chained to the bed.
He plants both his hands on the headboard beside my head and leans over to glare at me from up close. His dreamy eyes wide, dark but inviting, like a siren’s call luring me into submission, but I won’t fall for that trap. I look away, angered that he’d take even more of my freedom by trapping me on this bed.
“You think you didn’t … but the mind can be a treacherous thing.” A devilish smirk forms on his lips, and he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “But I will help you.”
“Help?” I scoff. “All you’ve done is take more away from me.”
He nods. “And I will keep taking more …” He leans in closer until I can feel his breath on my skin. “And more …” His lips linger near my ear, whispering sweetly like a man drunk on the possibilities. “And more. Until you have nothing left to give, and even then …” His lips curl. “More.” That last word almost comes out with a wolfish growl, and it manages to make goose bumps scatter on my skin.
He smiles against my earlobe, his lips grazing my skin, tantalizing my senses as my body betrays me. I knew he was handsome the very first time I saw him, so handsome that it made me stop in my tracks and stare. When he’s this close, I can’t deny it does something to me, but being attractive won’t hide his sadistic ways.
“I don’t use … I don’t fuck …” The way he pronounces each word so carefully as though he wants me to linger on them like I would on a kiss makes me swallow hard. “I teach.”
I gulp. “Teach what?”
Pain? Anger? Fear?
“Humility,” he growls. His tongue dips out to drag a line from my ear to my cheek, where he leans away to look me in the eyes again. “Tell me … what did you think would happen when you provoked me like that?”
“You think that just because you call me angel I’ll be good? That I’m easy?” I hiss, trying to keep my resolve even though it’s crumbling fast, knowing that I’m locked in his chains.
“Easy? No.” He bites his bottom lip, and for some reason, my eyes home in on it. “Willing … yes.”
I frown. “I didn’t—”
He plants a finger against my lips and says, “You asked.” His eyes narrow as his hand slides down my thigh, my body twisting and contorting so I don’t feel the heat rising in my belly or have to face the wetness pooling between my legs when he gets closer and closer.
“And now it’s time for you to beg.”
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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