All this time, I was searching for something—something to make me feel alive—and I found it in her. I was so afraid to love because I’d only known a love that was slipping away. But Hailey … she’s wanted me since the day I met her. Never once did she give up. She was never afraid to love, even when she’d felt it so little from others.
I’m no longer afraid. I’m no longer stumbling in and out of her arms.
She was mine from the beginning.
We weren’t falling.
We were running to each other.
Just as we are now.
With a smug smile, I approach her as she picks up her drink and takes a sip, casually eyeing my body from top to bottom and back. When our eyes lock, she puts her drink down on the table and smiles cheekily.
“Hey,” I say. “Used your fake ID, I see.”
“Hi.” She giggles, a blush appearing on her cheeks. “It still comes in useful.”
“How are you? Been up to something good since leaving college?”
“Yeah … just work and stuff. Not much else.”
I narrow my eyes. “So that whole business thing you were talking about?”
“Not yet,” she says, chuckling. “But I’ll get there, eventually. And you?”
“Same,” I say. “Still looking for that perfect job.”
“Ahh … look, I’m sorry about—”
“Don’t be,” I interrupt. “We both lost something. And maybe gained something new …” The left side of my lip tips up into a smile.
“Hmm … true. I never thanked you for doing what you did.”
“What?”
“With my mom’s boyfriend and all …” She shrugs.
I shake my head. “Don’t mention it. Really. That asshole deserved what he had coming. And besides, I needed to make things right.”
She smiles. “I know. I just wanted to thank you.”
It grows quiet again, but then she asks, “I hope it’s not keeping you up at night.”
“What? That I put a man in jail?”
“Yeah.”
“Nope. Not even one bit.”
“And your other nightmares?”
My forehead creases for a second, but then I relax. “Haven’t had them in a while.”
“Really? Well, at least you got that going for ya …”
I place a hand on her arm. “It’s because of you that I no longer have them.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“Other dreams have replaced the nightmares,” I whisper. “And by other dreams, I mean filthy ones about a certain bad student …” I wriggle my eyebrows, making her roll her eyes and playfully slap me.
“Oh, stop,” she says, chuckling.
I shrug it off. “It’s the truth.”
“Well, I’m happy for you, even if I feel a little creeped out. It’s just damn shitty you had to lose your job over me.”
“No, it’s not your fault,” I say.
Her face scrunches up, like she’s thinking about something all of the sudden. “You know, maybe we could start up that business together. Then we’d both be doing something worthwhile.”
I frown but then think about it … “That’s not even a bad idea.”
“Oh.” She laughs. “It was just a random thought.”
“No, I like it.” I smile, and she smiles back, but then our conversation grows quiet again.
“Awkward,” she muses.
“It doesn’t have to be.” I grin and hold out my hand. “Want to dance?”
Her brows lift and she grabs my hand, so I gently tug her along to the dance floor. I place my hand on her waist and put hers on my shoulder as we start to dance to the music.
“It feels so strange to be here again with you,” she says.
“Strange good, or strange bad?”
“Both.” She lifts her shoulders, smiling devilishly.
“So let’s just start again.” I pull her close. “Let’s pretend we’re strangers.”
“Strangers?” She snorts. “Right.”
“Yeah. Do I know you? Because I would love to.”
She laughs, and it’s the most delightful thing I’ve heard in a long time. “All right, mister.”
“Oh, I like it when you call me that.” I swoop her off her feet and twirl her around. “But my name is Thomas. Thomas Hard. Pleasure to meet you.”
She rolls her eyes when I raise my brow at her. “Fine, my name is Hailey Walters, but you knew that already.”
“And I’ll want to know it every damn day of the week,” I murmur, whisking her close. “Tell me, Miss, do you like to play games?”
“Depends on what kind of game,” she whispers.
“Dangerous games. Except this time … I’m not your teacher, and you’re not my student. And we can do whatever we want … whenever we want. Exactly the way we want it.”
“Does that mean I have a say in things too?” she jests.
“Depends on the situation.” I grab her ass and squeeze. “Because you should know something about me, and that’s the fact that I like dishing out orders to naughty girls.”
“Ooh …” She sucks in a breath as my tongue dips out to lick her neck.
“Are you a naughty girl?” I ask.
“Depends … are you the right guy?” She moans as I end my lick with a kiss.
“I can be anyone you want me to be … as long as I can be the one for you.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Fuck, yes.”
I grin against her skin. “Is that a yes to just one night, or for the rest of your life?”
“Maybe … Does that mean I’m more to you than just a girl you can fuck?” She bites her lip, and it makes me want to lean in and bite it for her.
“I think the words ‘I love you’ already made that quite clear, didn’t they?” I say.
“Say it again,” she whispers.
“I love you, Hailey.”
I grab her face with both hands and smash my lips to hers, not giving a shit whether anyone’s watching, if anyone knows us, or where we are.
I want her to be mine.
And I don’t give a damn that it cost me my job or my reputation.
She is worth it.
When our lips detach, I want nothing more than to kiss her again, but my desire to be alone with her takes over. “Come home with me. Not as a girl I can fuck but as my girlfriend. The one I want to be with outside the bedroom too.”
“Depends… Do you think Ninja will be jealous of you?”
I laugh. “Maybe we should get another cat … to keep him company.”
She grins. “A pussy named ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Yeah … so I can buy her a matching collar for my earrings. Plus, what cat doesn’t wanna lick some ice cream?” she jokes, making me laugh.
“Perfect. So you ready to go home then?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she says, chuckling as I nibble her earlobe.
“Hmm … Then let’s get out of here. But first, I want to make a stop at your mom’s house.”
She frowns and her lips part as she opens her eyes again, dazed from my kiss. “What? Why?”
I lick my lips and try to bite away the smile on my face, but it’s not effective. “Because we’re going to pick up that pink dildo you were talking about. Mr. Rabbit?”
Her eyes widen and then she bursts out into laughter. “Oh, god. You mean Mr. Pink?”
“Mr. Pink? It has a name?” When I laugh, she playfully punches me.
“Shut up, like you never gave your dick a name.”
“At least my dick’s attached to my body,” I say.
“Like that makes it any different. Pfft.”
A grin spreads across my face. “No matter, that only makes it better.”
“What? You wanna use my dildo?”
“I told you it would happen. It was only a matter of time. I want to do loads of stuff with you, including but not limited to shoving my—”
“Okay, okay, I get it.
Geez, you sound like a lawyer.”
“I just know what I want, and I’m not afraid to show it,” I muse. “And it was only a matter of time before we ended up back here.”
“Back together?”
“I was going to say ‘back in this club,’ but yeah, that’ll do.”
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, which I think is so cute, I can’t help but kiss her again while she’s doing it. And that’s just it.
All I want to do is kiss her, and I don’t ever want to stop.
Life’s a string of random moments, moments you can either push away or enjoy for what they are. And now, I’ve finally learned to enjoy this moment just the way it is.
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Check out VIKTOR, a dark romance standalone!
Animal. Monster. Beast. That's what they call Viktor Melikov, the man who hides in the dark ... But even monsters need to be loved. The moment he sees the girl hired to dance for him, everything ceases to exist. It's a feeling he's unfamiliar with ... and craves more than anything.
Alexis Kidd sells her body. Not because she wants to, but because she needs to. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to support her family and survive.
Now she must dance for a man hiding behind a veil.
But when the urge to take a look grows too strong ... Alexis gets more than she bargained for.
More than Viktor was willing to give.
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*Author Note: This is not your average romance story. Some people will kill for love.*
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, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
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More books by Clarissa Wild
Standalones
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Twenty-One (21)
Ultimate Sin
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Dark Romance
Delirious Series
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New Adult
Fierce Series
Blissful Series
Erotic Romance
The Billionaire’s Bet Series
Enflamed Series
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About Clarissa Wild
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, and Twenty-One (21). 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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