Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: October 7, 2015
On her 21st birthday she’s taken. Collected by a rich family as an unpaid debt. Her body sold. Her mind his.
For 21 weeks she carried a burden no girl should ever have to carry. Now she loses her freedom to a man born to destroy her.
His name: Angel DeLuca. His mission: To break her in 21 days before she sees through his lies. But she won’t give up without a fight.
It takes only 21 minutes for their lives to be forever entwined.
21 seconds to spill. Time is running out.
Secrets ruin them … but not all truths are worth the price.
This is a STANDALONE Dark Romance novel. WARNING: contains explicit situations, graphic violence, drug abuse, and other disturbing content.
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The longer I hold out the bowl, the more Sky looks at me with those big eyes that tear a hole into my armor. I should go over there and give it to her, but that would defeat the purpose of this exercise.
So I shrug and sit down on the chair instead. The bowl is burning my hand as I hold it, waiting for her to make a move. Very slowly, she comes out of her corner on hands and legs, much like an animal would do if it were in distress.
Has she been reduced to that already? Or is she faking it to confuse me?
Whatever the case, I have to remain seated.
I need her to come to me, so she’ll learn to trust me and only me … so she’ll learn to obey me.
“You want this?” I hold the bowl out in front of me so she can smell it.
I can see her nose go up, and she crawls even closer. In the light, I can clearly see the red stripes all over her body, remnants of my belt. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to see my marks on her skin. It means she’s mine. Mine to do with what I please.
And now, it pleases me to feed her.
“I don’t bite,” I muse, lifting my eyebrow. “Unless you misbehave.”
She sits down in front of me with a flushed face, barely able to contain her thirst as she leans in closer. I hold up the spoon close to her mouth. “Open.”
She does what I say and lets the spoon pass her lips, the hot soup pouring onto her tongue. Watching her gulp it down is like watching porn. So smooth … like it comes naturally to her.
When she swallows, I say, “Good girl.”
I can already imagine it’s my cum she’s swallowing.
Her eyes narrow at the words ‘good girl,’ and we exchange silent threats through simple looks. As I put the spoon back into the bowl, she holds out her hand, but I pull back the bowl so it’s above my head. “Ah-ah.”
She frowns, sitting back down again.
“My rules,” I say.
She sighs out loud but then nods in agreement.
I smile at her as I dip the spoon into the soup and push it past her lips again. We continue this ritual until the bowl is half-empty, which is when she notices the bread I brought with me lying on the armrest of the chair.
I pick up the bread and watch her round, azure eyes follow it as I tear off a piece, dip it into the soup, and bring it to her mouth. For a split second, I think I hear a soft hum coming from her mouth before she swallows. The sound alone brings goosebumps to my skin … and a twitch in my cock.
As I feed her the soup and bread, taking my time and having patience with her slow chewing, I feel like we’re connected on a level I’ve not experienced before. A dependency is growing between us, although I’m not exactly sure which one of us is bound to the other.
The bread and soup are gone within minutes, even though it feels like hours. Our eyes are locked in what seems an endless storm of silent screams. It would be worse if she could see behind the mask.
“Why did you come to give me food? The women …” she mutters.
I place a finger on her lip and silence her. “Don’t ask questions.”
I grab her chin and force my lips on hers.
I admit, I’m selfish, but I couldn’t last another second watching those pouty lips and sweet, helpless eyes without claiming her as my own. I want to taste her mouth, the very essence of her being, for as long as it remains. I don’t know what choice she’ll make, so every single second of those twenty-one days is precious.
With every kiss, a fire grows inside me. It intensifies the burning desire to take her frail body out of this place and lay it down on my bed where I’ll slather her with my tongue until she’s pure again.
But I know that’s wishful thinking.
The world isn’t as easy as it seems.
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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