Series: Savage Men #4
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Standalone Dark Romance
Cover Design: Clarissa Wild’s Blooming Covers
Release Date: February 4, 2019
She was supposed to be my forever.
Instead, I became her worst enemy.
I fell for the one girl I could never have…
And it destroyed us both.
I did a bad, bad thing.
But she isn’t exactly innocent either.
When I’m faced with the ultimate choice – Let her die or save her – I grab her and run.
She calls me a monster. The devil himself.
No one will take her from me.
She’s mine to punish.
Mine to keep… forever.
Note: This STANDALONE novel contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers. No Cliffhanger. Book 4 in the Savage Men Series.
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I stare up at the blood-painted ceiling of the shop. This Stop & Shop I used to call my home. Its wooden floors are stained with soot as the wallpaper and everything in between burns to a crisp.
What went down here, in this town, never should have happened.
Death might have been quick, but the mark it left on this place … on me … is permanent.
And it’s all because of me.
My actions. Every misstep. Every obsession and every desire.
It all led to this moment.
None of it should have ever happened. Not me, not my fiery rage. None of it … But especially not her.
Dixie Burrell. The one girl I always wanted but could never have. Not truly. Not fully. Never completely mine, even though I tried so fucking hard.
Damn … I even killed for her.
And it fucking ruined us both.
I should’ve never set my eyes on her. Should’ve never let her get close and witness the real me. The dark monster hiding within.
She should’ve never stepped foot in this shop all those years ago. Should’ve never opened her mouth in front of me and spoken a single word with that sweet, sinful voice of hers.
Because with her sassy stubbornness, that gorgeous body, and fascinating mind she left her mark on my heart and tainted my very essence … Blackened my soul until there was nothing left but fire and ash.
And now she’ll be my undoing.
I sit down on a chair and witness the onslaught around me, the beautiful chaos of the smoke filling the air and the flames licking the windows. I don’t intend to move. Not one inch.
I’ve set my memories on fire.
And with them I’ll burn too.
Suddenly, something touches my shoulder, and I freak out.
I shriek, but my voice is blocked by a hand covering my mouth.
Adrenaline fills my veins, panic bubbling to the surface. I try to spin on my chair, but can’t, because someone’s holding me down firmly. Strong arms with a scent that reminds me of … soot.
“It’s me, don’t scream,” he whispers.
He leans back and I immediately stand up and turn to face him. “Brandon! Jesus.”
“Sorry. Didn’t wanna scare you,” he says, a little too loud.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh. “God, could you’ve been anymore creepy?”
“I could … If I wanted to,” he says, raising one brow, mocking me.
I narrow my eyes, but my body remains rigid. Tense. It’s like my brain has already decided for me that I can’t trust him. At least, not after what happened at the bonfire. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, still upset that he jumped on me like that. And even though he says I shouldn’t be scared, my skin still prickles where he touched me.
“I just wanted to see you, that’s all,” he says with a way too cocky voice.
“Shh …” I say. “Quiet. We’re close to the farmhouse.”
He shrugs. “So?”
“I don’t want my dad to hear us. He’s in there with my brothers.”
“Ahh …” He takes a step towards me. “You’re afraid he’ll find us here … together?”
“Duh. You shouldn’t be here,” I say, leaning back, as if I instinctively know not to let him get close. I don’t know why, but … it feels different. Like I’m playing with fire and I don’t wanna get burned.
When he tries to caress my cheek, I turn my face slightly. He pauses. “Are you … afraid of me?”
Maybe. I don’t know the answer. I feel like I should. What he did was wrong. Horrible.
But I know why he did it.
After all those years of Derek tormenting Brandon, he was bound to explode. But I never expected it to be this uncontrollable, this explosive. This … dangerous.
“Should I be?” I ask, licking my lips.
The half-smile that forms on his face has my heart skipping a beat. Fuck. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. Not when he’s like this … so volatile and aggressive … and sexy.
“I can’t answer that for you,” he says after a while. He places his hands on the workbench, trapping me inside. “I don’t want you to be, though.”
“That’s easy for you to say …” I whisper, looking down at my feet. Jesus. Why am I such a pussy when it comes to him? I should speak up, for fuck’s sake. Stop being a fucking whimpering virgin who can’t handle a little touchy feely.
“Hey …” He tips up my chin with one finger. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
I nod softly, as if he just asked me whether or not I believe him. I’m not even sure I do. I just know I want to, for my sake … and for his.
“But … what happened at the bonfire …” I mutter.
I don’t know how to begin my sentence or how to end it. Just like I don’t know where we began and where we should end.
Why do I feel this way around him?
Why is it that when a guy loses control, I want him even more?
Am I that obsessed with bad boys? Jesus, help me.
“You wanna toy with my emotions?” I growl.
She shakes her head, but the moment she parts her lips, I pull out my gun again. I point it at her pussy. “Do you want me to hurt you?”
“No,” she instantly says. “Please.”
“Please?” I repeat, my brows drawing together. “A minute ago you were begging me to.”
“Not there,” she says, crossing her legs.
I part them with my knees.
I know what her weakness is.
She thinks I’ll kill her quickly? Wrong.
I’ll take my sweet ass time. I’ll do whatever I want to her body until she begs me to end it. That’ll teach her.
“You think you can seduce me?” I say, pushing the gun against her clothes right where her pussy is. “Don’t lie.”
“I’ll stop,” she says, trying to cover it with her hands.
“Uh-uh,” I say, nudging them off.
Her eyes fill with tears. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it.”
“Who says I will? Maybe I’ll enjoy our time together first,” I reply, licking my lips at the thought. She wants to play the victim, be my guest, but I’m the last to believe it. I’m not the only one who deserves the worst, and she knows it.
“So … you think you can watch me in the shower without repercussions?” I mumble.
“It was an accident,” she says.
“Of course it was.” I snort. It’s a damn lie and she knows it. “If I shoot you in the leg now, that’s an accident too, right?”
“No, no,” she begs. “Do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.”
“Anything?” My cock hardens just from the thought. “Tell me you want it,” I hiss, nudging the gun against her thighs.
“I want it,” she coos.
I’ll give her a piece of her own medicine. “Make me believe it.”
“Give it to me,” she begs.
“Look me in the eyes when you say it, Dixie,” I growl, grabbing her hair as I tilt her head up.
When she opens them and shows me those beautiful, tear-stained eyes, I remember why I fell for her in the first place. Fuck me, is she pretty when she’s mad.
“Give it to me … I want it,” she repeats with a thick, seductive voice that makes me want to fuck her right now.
Maybe I will, just to show her who’s boss.
She can’t play me … but I will play her.
As a grin spreads on my lips, I say, “Good. Now open your mouth.”
When she does, I put the tip of the gun inside, right on her tongue.
Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, confused.
“Didn’t hear me? Suck,” I command, this time louder.
She immediately starts licking the metal, sucking on it as if it’s her last lifeline. It probably is, considering how close I came to actually pulling the trigger.
But I won’t tell her that … I like keeping her in the dark …
She deserves to be there, just like me.
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 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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