Title: Mr. X
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
Synopsis
He’s come to kill me.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
Excerpt
She
clenches her teeth. “You can’t keep me here …”
“Watch
me.” I lean against the wall, picking up a lighter and a pack of
cigarettes. I’ve been dying for a smoke ever since I found her in
that room.
“And
then what? Is this supposed to scare me?” she says, her hand fisted
like she’s trying to resist, even though there is no way out of
this.
I smile
and put down the lighter. “If you think I am doing all this just to
scare you, you’re mistaken.”
“Then
what is the reason, huh? Why are you keeping me prisoner?” She
fights the tears in her eyes. I can’t help feel a little overcome
with the urge to grab her and kiss her to take away all the hurt.
However, I can’t. The past cannot be erased. What we are is set in
stone and nothing can chafe away the rugged surface of our souls. I’d
be a liar if I said it doesn’t pain me to see her hurt, but I like
pain. I live for it. I was reborn in it.
I don’t
fear it. On the contrary, I survive on it. Pain is a means to an end
and her pain is my end. If she stops feeling pain, then so do I, and
that would mean the end.
It’s
too soon.
I need
her pain to feel alive. And so, I will continue to make her answer
for her sins.
“A man
must do what a man must do,” I say.
“A
man? How can you call yourself a man? You’re a monster.” The look
in her eyes, so in awe of my wickedness, is exhilarating.
I smile.
“Thank you.”
Her jaw
drops, a brow rises, and she snarls. It’s amusing to see the mixed
emotions scatter on her face. “Are you insane? Why are you thanking
me?”
“Because
I’d rather be a monster than a man in your eyes. Being a monster
beats being a wretched human being. You’ve freed me of the burden
of having to act sane. So yes, you could say that I am insane.”
She just
stares at me, her mouth open, but in complete silence, like she’s
at a loss for words.
“Believe
me when I say you are better off with me than out there,” I say.
“You’re
mad! You wanted to kill me, and now you say I’ll be safe with you?”
she scoffs.
“I
never said you’ll be safe with me. I can get quite dangerous …”
A smile quirks up my face.
She
shivers. Clutching her body, she stampedes toward me. “Let me out.”
I grab
both her arms, squeezing tight as I hold her back and look down at
her. “You don’t want to do that.”
“I
want anything but staying here with you.” She tries to jerk
free, but I keep her close, forcing her to listen. She cannot leave
me, because I won’t allow it, but I’ll give her a good reason as
well.
“Do
you think I am the worst thing that could overcome you?” I lean
forward and whisper into her ear. “There is more evil out there
than you think.”
Her
breath comes in short gasps, her tits pushing up against me as her
chest rises. Courage is making place for fear again, I can feel it on
her skin. It’s riveting. She fights me, her arms locking with mine
as she attempts to free herself from my grasp, but I twist her in my
arms and keep her hands behind her back. Her ass is bumping against
my cock, straining it to the limit. God, I love it when she
struggles.
I never
stopped loving it.
“Do
you think I’m the only one who came for you, huh?” I whisper in
her ear. “That I’m the only one who wants you dead?”
She
shakes her head, and I can feel her heart thrumming through her
chest.
“Did
you see those men that were following us? Can you guess what they
wanted?”
“Me?”
I smirk.
“Great deduction. Now, there is a difference between them and me;
can you tell me what it is?”
It’s
quiet for a few seconds. I guess she really hasn’t figured it out
yet.
“They
want your head. I want your body.”
She
swallows, and it turns me on so much I want to rip off her clothes
right now and do her against the door. But I don’t. Taking her
would be so easy, it would take all the fun out of it. I want her to
offer herself to me willingly. I want to see the regret in her eyes
afterwards when she realizes she gave her body to the devil.
“But
…. I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me dead?”
“I
did. Now I want more.”
She
gasps. “Why? What changed?”
“I
did.”
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