Dark Wish (A Dark Romance)

by Clarissa Wild

In a split second, she rushes at me and tries to slap me, but I quickly grasp her wrist just before her palm hits my skin. I’m far stronger than she is, and I’ve easily bent her to my will, forcing her hands down. We’re right up in each other’s faces, the look in her eyes so vivid and clear that it excites me. Because she has rarely ever looked at me like that before.

  Like … she actually thought of killing me for the first time.

  Magnificent.

  “You can’t win this fight, Amelia,” I say as she struggles. “Give up.”

  She pouts, tears welling up in her beautifully enraged eyes, the look so pretty that I could just swipe her off her feet and fuck her right here, right now.

  “What did you do to her?” she asks.

  “She’s not well, so she’s being taken care of.”

  She scoffs. “That’s a lie. She’s dead, isn’t she?”

  I wonder how she came to that conclusion. Is it because of the breakfast I wanted to share with her? I’m surprised she managed to figure out that Tobias, Soren, and I have it with each of our guests. I suppose it was only a matter of time, especially with her talking to the others. Still, I’m amazed at her wit.

  I smile, tilting my head down. “Is that what you fear the most? Death of your friends? Or the death of you?”

  She resists me again, trying to free herself even though she knows it’s no use. She’s never been this combative, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me as hard as a rock.

  “Stop fighting. Anna is safe. And once she’s healed, she will be free,” I say, my brows to show I’m serious.

  “Free?” she growls, throwing me a look.

  “When she allowed Tobias to take control, to punish her for what she did, she freed herself from the burden of shame,” I answer.

  Amelia breathes in and out slowly. “And I’m supposed to believe you?”

  “Yes. It’s the truth.”

  She rolls her eyes in a way that makes me want to bend her over my lap and spank her. “That’s easy for you to say. You make the rules.”

  “And I also abide by them. Which is why I’m setting her free when she’s healed,” I reply. My grip on her wrist grows tighter as I pull her closer to me. “Now tell me exactly how you two escaped.”

  “Or what?” she retorts. “You’re going to force me to stay in this room until I die of old age?” Her chest rises and falls faster and faster as her eyes search mine for a hint of mercy. I’ve certainly hit a chord.

  A pearly bead of sweat rolls into the crevice of her tits. My eyes can’t help but traipse down as my tongue dips out to lick my top lip. Her body quivers as her eyes pull away from mine to look back at that spot she was standing at mere seconds ago when she was fumbling with the curtains.

  My eyes narrow, and I step aside quickly to tear them away. Behind it is a vent leading to the other room. So this is how they forged their little plans.

  I grab her shoulders and shove her against the wall. “You were talking with her.”

  She makes a face. “I did what I had to do to survive.”

  “Survive?” I repeat, grasping a strand of her hair to twist it around my finger. “Is that what you think this is?”

  “You’re punishing me for something I can’t even remember,” she hisses through her teeth.

  “You asked for this. Yet you refuse to behave like the others,” I reply.

  “Because you make it impossible!” she spits back. “I’ve been kept in this room like some pet, and you think it’s strange I’d want to talk to someone?”

  I cock my head. “You wanna talk? Talk. I’m listening.”

  She slams her lips shut. “As if it’s that easy.”

  “It is,” I retort. “If only you would let yourself open up to me …” I tip up her chin, forcing her to look at me instead of trying to look away. “Anna did to Tobias.”

  Her pupils dilate. “I don’t believe it. This is all just more mind games, isn’t it?” Tears well up in her eyes. “You had her killed, didn’t you?”

  I laugh, and it makes her face contort even more.

  “I know you’ve killed people. I just know it,” she says.

  I lean in, my grip on her body growing firmer and firmer. “How can you tell?”

  Her eyes flick back and forth between mine. “I …”

  A fully-fledged smile forms on my lips. “Or is it just that you see”—I tap her forehead—“what you want to see?”

  She swallows, visibly shaken by her own confusion and betrayal of mind. She’s unraveling before me, and I want to swallow every delicious speck of her destruction.

  Oh … she’s really outdone herself now.

  Amelia

  I stare into those fiery eyes filled with ruin and pain. Behind those eyes, a monster hides in plain sight. But something else is there too, something beyond that anger and domination … something I can’t quite decipher, but I know it’s the key to unlocking all of this madness.

  A part of me wishes I could undo what I just did. That I could stop myself from trying to hide that vent. That I hadn’t ever spoken to Anna in the first place so she’d be safe. So she wouldn’t try to run into the water all by herself just to end things.

  But I can’t change the past, and now Eli is here, and we’re facing off again. And for the first time, I feel like I’ve finally taken a bit of power back from him.

  I managed to deceive him. Not for long, but long enough to bolster some defiance and show that I’m resourceful. Cunning, even. And the smile on his face proves that I surprised even a man like him.

  “You’ve been lonely, haven’t you?” he asks. “Longing for my presence like a solemn little angel.”

  The urge to slap him again grows too strong. My hand rises, and he doesn’t intercept this time.

  SLAP!

  The sound is harsh. Brutal. It even surprises me.

  A red mark appears on his skin as my hand lowers, my lips parting in shock at what I just did.

  I swallow hard, staring at him, wondering what he’s going to do. If he’s going to punish me. Yell at me. Hurt me.

  Instead, he leans in and smashes his lips against mine.

  My eyes widen, and I just stand there, accepting this kiss as though I’d been waiting for it all this time. His mouth on mine feels almost natural, as though it was always meant to be there, and it shakes me to my core.

  I should fight him, punch him again. Instead, I only want to kiss him back. But it’s wrong, so wrong, so I bite him.

  He inches back, touching his lip. Blood seeps from a single cut as he hisses, “You bit me.”

  My eyes narrow. Suddenly, he grabs the hand I hit him with and pins it behind me as he spins me on my heels and pushes me face-first against the wall.

  “You surprise me, time and time again …” he says. “Fighting me every step of the way, yet you still said those words: Punish me.”

  “What about Anna? Did she ask for any of this?” I reply, glancing at him over my shoulder.

  “Anna was sent to us. You weren’t.”

  “You took me,” I spit back.

  “And you said yes,” he retorts. “And from that kiss we just shared, I’d say that was what you truly wanted.”

  “I thought … I thought …” I mutter.

  I don’t even know why I said it or why I even let him kiss me, and I can’t ever take it back.

  “Is this what you want?” His grip on my wrists tightens, and he pushes himself up against me, body to body. “For me to ravage you as Tobias did to Anna just to make her confess?”

  “Do it then. Take me. Use me,” I growl back.

  I’m tired of fighting … fighting not just him but my own desires too. And if giving up my body means I finally get to learn why he took me, then I’ll take that chance.

  His teeth grind, and his nostrils flare. He leans in, his head resting on my shoulder, his breath against my ear sending goose bumps down my entire body. “Beg.”

  “What?” I gasp right as he places a soft
but merciless kiss below my ear.

  And for some reason, my head inexplicably tilts as if it wants to allow him access to give me more.

  “Help me help you,” he whispers.

  I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about it, but I am. So I ask, “How?”

  His lips quirk up into a smile against my skin. “I will fuck your memories out of you.”

  I gulp from his raunchy words and the mere thought of him plunging into me. I hate this man for trapping me here, but I hate him more for actually making me want it. For actually making me want to … beg.

  “Please,” I murmur, my voice soft, almost angelic like. “Do it. Fuck me.”

  He groans, the sound making my pussy wet already.

  Why? I don’t understand. My body responds to every touch, every kiss like it desires it more than anything. From the minute he laid his eyes on me, I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. But if I’d known it would cost me my freedom, would I have ever even said a word?

  Every time we talk, I want nothing more than to throw daggers at his heart, but when he’s close, I only want him to take me.

  What’s wrong with me?

  Why do I desire that which I shouldn’t ever crave?

  “As you wish,” he whispers into my ear.

  Suddenly, his hands are on my breasts, and he rips apart the top of the dress like it comes easy to him. In one go, he tears it down until my breasts pop out, and he grabs them with both hands. My jaw drops in shock as he plays with my nipples, tugging at them and twisting them in ways that I never imagined possible. But most surprising of all is my body’s reaction … and how badly I want him to continue.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. No one has ever touched me like this, not even Chris.

  It’s like Eli’s been overtaken by some mad desire to claim me—own me, even—and it brings chills to my bone.

  And every kiss he plants on my skin makes me want it more and more even though my mind is telling me not to give in, not to say yes to this man, this beast.

  But how could I ever win this fight if I’m not the one playing the game?

  I’m merely the pawn, and he’s the master player, toying with my soul.

  “Is this what you had in mind?” he whispers, tearing down the dress even farther to make a point. “Or this?”

  His hand suddenly moves away from my breasts, sliding underneath my dress right where my ass is. There are no panties, no one gave me any, and they’re not in my wardrobe either. And when he touches my ass, I almost jolt up and down against the wall.

  “So much you have yet to learn …” he says.

  “I’m not some innocent virgin,” I spit back. Why am I trying to convince him? I don’t understand why I even care. But when he talks to me, I can’t help but fire back. As if I have this need to prove myself … to prove him wrong.

  He smirks. “Oh, I know.”

  When his finger slides across my pussy, I lose it. A whimper leaves my mouth almost instantly. Am I truly that easy? Or am I just … hungry for so much more?

  “But you sure seem to be enjoying yourself,” he muses as he flicks my clit. “Are you?”

  “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my first,” I retort.

  “No … but I will be your last,” he growls.

  I have no time to respond as a finger plunges inside me. My mouth forms an o-shape, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the moan from spilling out.

  “You think you know how this goes. That a man takes what he wants and leaves it at that,” he says, circling my clit again. “That’s what you’re used to. What you were given by the countless men who came into your life and used you to their heart’s content.”

  He plunges in again, thrusting not one but two fingers inside so deep that I can barely stay upright.

  “But none of them ever gave you what you truly needed, did they?” he mutters, biting his lip when he sees me squirm. “None of them made you beg.”

  He folds his hand up to cover my pussy as he slams inside time and time again, all while playing with my nipples until they’re taut. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from sheer pleasure. Right then, he pulls out and continues circling my clit, playing with it until I’m on the brink. My heart beats in my throat, my lungs rapidly expanding as I try to keep up with the breaths that are slowly turning into moans.

  “Please,” I whisper, breaking apart at the seams.

  “Please?” he repeats. “Please … what?”

  “Do what you want with me,” I murmur, drowning in lust.

  Suddenly, he flips me around against the wall and shoves me against it, fishing something shiny from his pocket. Not one thing … but two.

  Clamps.

  My pupils dilate, but the only response I can give is a yelp as he attaches both of them, one to each nipple.

  There’s a chain attached to the end, and he tugs at it, groaning with glee at the sight of my pain.

  “It hurts,” I squeak.

  He licks his lips with delight. “Punishments aren’t supposed to be fun, angel.”

  His free hand dives back between my legs, circling my clit until I’m so hot and bothered that I can’t see straight anymore. The whole room feels like it’s swirling as he plunges his fingers inside my pussy, his other hand nudging the clamps secured on my nipples, wreaking havoc on my body.

  “Fuck …” The word slips from my mouth with ease. I’m so close to falling apart that I can barely stand.

  Our breaths intermingle against the wall in this tiny corner of the room. “Yes, come for me,” he murmurs. “Give your all to me.”

  And as he flicks his index and middle finger across my pussy, my body explodes into delicious spasms. I buckle against the wall while he holds me upright with his body alone, his erection poking my thighs, promising more.

  And I’d be lying if I said all of it didn’t turn me on.

  In fact, my pussy is as wet as can be. Rarely have I ever had such a powerful release. Not even when he strapped me to the bed and turned on those vibrating panties. No, this was on another level entirely, and it makes me despise myself.

  I fell apart right in his arms, and it was exactly what he wanted.

  I handed it to him on a platter … my own defeat.

  Chapter 28

  Eli

  “Please.”

  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.

  Amelia

  Panting, I look up into his eyes, and it feels as though my soul is slowly returning to my body after being ripped out. “Fuck me then,” I growl, enraged at myself for giving in so easily … and for enjoying it too. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  He pulls his fingers out of me, and I try not to react even though I feel like I lost something I wished to keep. And he brings them to his nose and takes a whiff. The groan th
at follows awakens all my senses.

  He brings his fingers to his mouth, and his tongue dips out to take a lick. “Delicious …”

  Chris never said that. About food, yes. About me? He wouldn’t dare. But Eli says it as though I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, almost like a compliment. And it makes the goose bumps scatter on my skin.

  Suddenly, he spins me around again to face the wall, and he pushes my dress up, throwing it over my back to expose my naked ass. He rips down his zipper, pulls out his cock, and grips my waist tight. Before I can say a word, he’s plunged inside deep.

  With a gaping mouth, I yell, “Fuck!”

  My breasts bump against the wall, nipples still sore from the clamps squeezing them together. It’s as though he can read my mind because one hand immediately moves to my tits and tugs at the chains once again, releasing delicious spasms of pain throughout my body.

  He groans as he thrusts inside harder and harder, almost as if he wants to shove me straight into the wall and break it. “Say it then. Say the words, and I might give it to you.”

  His cock feels so big inside me that it feels as though he’ll never fit, but he does. And the mere size of him has me delirious already.

  “Please …” I whimper as he throws every inch of his weight into pounding me.

  I’m not thinking straight. I can’t. Every one of his thrusts sends me to the next level.

  “What am I?” he growls.

  “You’re my punisher,” I say.

  He smacks my ass so hard I squeal. Wrong answer.

  “What am I?” he repeats, his voice more strained than before.

  “You’re my owner,” I reply, hoping that’s what he wants to hear.

  But he spanks me again, this time on the other cheek, and the sizzling pain makes his thrusts all the more pleasurable. It feels so damn wrong. I shouldn’t like it, and I hate that I do.

  “What. Am. I?” he growls.

  Another spanking, thrice on each cheek. My ass must be gleaming red by now. My skin burns with pain. Is this the punishment he meant? Or is there much, much more?

  “I’m here to save you,” he says. “Now let me fuck the sin out of you.”