Fuck me once, I'll fuck you twice … then I'll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.
She, the woman who put me in jail.
I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.
I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.
She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.
I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.
Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang. WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE - it has a non-conventional ending. This isn't rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It's a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
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, and Stalker. 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.
Stalker by ClarissaWild
Publication date: June 16th 2015
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
Fuck me once, I’ll fuck you twice … then I’ll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.
She, the woman who put me in jail.
I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.
I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.
She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.
I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.
Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.
WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE – it has a non-conventional ending. This isn’t rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It’s a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
Excerpt #1:
I use the knife as a marker, drawing a pattern without
drawing blood. Her eyes anxiously follow the tip, as if she’s trying to prepare
for something. The thing is that she’ll never know when it’s coming. That look
on her face, priceless. So torturous, the way she’s unraveling bit by bit …
it’s like food for my soul.
Sweat trickles down her skin, and then when I let the
tip puncture her skin just a tiny bit, she squeals. But I know it doesn’t hurt
that much. I’ve tried this on myself plenty of times. Always have to know what
the things I do to my victims feel like. Of course, the fear is taking over her
sense of rationalizing. She’s letting it control her instead of experiencing it
for what it is. Fear is excitement. Fear is a part of our souls. Fear makes us
feel alive.
And she should be grateful that she’s still alive.
It’s all in my hands. With one slice, I could kill her
right here, right now. But I don’t.
Instead, I lean in and suckle the blood off her skin,
kissing her softly, letting my tongue slide all across
her belly.
She squirms underneath me; her body arches to meet my
mouth, but her mind is still focusing on the fear.
“Stop thinking, Vanessa,” I say. “It’s not doing you
any good right now.”
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“What does it look like?” I say, ripping off her skirt
so I can see her pretty pussy. “I’m enjoying you to the fullest.”
“By sucking my blood?”
I frown, waving the knife in the air. “You know, you
should really consider the fact that I could’ve killed you already. You might
want to think about that as I gorge myself on your pussy.”
She swallows. “What’s to say that you won’t kill me
now?”
I smile. “I just like seeing the fear in your eyes,
Princess. Nothing more.” I bring the knife to my mouth and lick the blade. I
can taste her blood, and my own, as the sharpness cuts through my own flesh,
but I don’t care. I’m lost in ecstasy, living on the edge, wanting to jump off
with her.
She shivers, her lips quivering as I bring the knife
down to her face. “C’mon sweet cheeks, smile for me,” I say.
The right side of her lip curls up into a fake smile,
which does not move me even one bit. Damn her; normally, she’s as fake as can
be, able to perform without flaw, and now real emotions suddenly overcome her?
Fuck her.
I ram the knife into the table next to her head,
causing her to close her eyes. “Look at me,” I say. “Open your eyes, Princess.”
They peel open slowly. “Please … Phoenix.”
“Please what? You don’t like it when I want to lick
the blood from your skin? You should be flattered.”
She shakes her head.
“I don’t fucking believe you,” I snap, grabbing her
pussy with one hand, which makes her jolt up. “I bet this pussy here will tell
me the truth.”
“No,” she says, still shaking.
“What are you so afraid of?” I muse. “This knife?
Blood? Pain? Death? What?”
“You.”
The way she says it, without any doubt, takes me by surprise, and for a moment,
I don’t know what to say. I thought she’d say pain, or even death, but instead,
she says something that causes my heart to shrivel up and die. At least, it feels
like that. Like my heart is burning a hole in her chest. That or her eyes.
Either way, I’m fucked now. I started feeling something I shouldn’t have.
I lean in to look her in the eyes. “Can’t you feel the
excitement rushing through your body? The adrenaline pumping through your
veins? Isn’t it so much better than the lifeless statue-like doll you’ve been
these past few years?”
“I …” she stutters. “I don’t know.”
“Your heart does. And so does your pussy.” I slide my
fingers along her slit, which is already warm and wet. “It craves the thrill.
You crave life. Real life. Not the fake kind. The kind that could get you
killed,” I whisper close to her ear. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”
I back away, leaving her eyes full of fear and doubt
as I stand up straight and focus my attention on her pussy. It’s all I know,
all I can think of that will make her submit. That will make her stop thinking
about all the things she thinks she wants and focus on the things she really
desires. Me.
It’s always been me.
She doesn’t have to say it. I can see it in her eyes.
I can taste it in her fear.
She wants me … and I’m going to give her everything I
have.
Excerpt #2:
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still think I’m nice?”
She swallows and thinks about her answer for a second.
“Only when you want to be.”
“Exactly. And you don’t get to decide anything. You
don’t get to manipulate me. I won’t allow it, so don’t try it ever again.” I
grip her ass so tight that she squirms and my fingers mark her skin red.
Her face glows as I lean in to take a whiff of her
scent. Her face is much cleaner than before, and all the make-up has rinsed
off. She looks pure … less tainted than hours before. Every passing second her
shifting behavior affects me. Changes me. It forces me to look at her in more
ways than just the one consumed by hatred.
With the water cascading down her beautiful body,
puckered nipples, and pink lips, I get the sudden urge to take what belongs to
me.
So, I do. I kiss her, pressing my lips softly onto
hers, marking her as mine. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t even flinch as I kiss her
gently, my tongue dipping out to lick her sweet, icy-cold lips. I let my tongue
roam free across her mouth and push inside, forcing her to open up and let me
in. She doesn’t resist; instead, her tongue finds mine, and her lips cling to
me. The cold doesn’t suppress the warmth flowing to my cock, which grows
thicker every second. All I can think of is kissing her, fucking her every
fucking second of the day …, and then ruining her for life.
I step into the
shower with her, increasing the temperature further until it’s warm enough to
heat up her body. She’s still shivering, as I press her firmly into my warm
body. She makes herself small to fit between my arms, as if I’m a radiator
she’s cuddling up to. How cute. I just want to fuck her with my tongue.
Her taste is exhilarating, and I can’t fucking get
enough of tasting her, her mouth latching onto mine with equal wantonness. Her
body is quickly regaining its normal temperature, and her natural flush
reappears on her face, although I’m not exactly sure if that’s because of the
shower or because I’m grabbing her ass and pushing her body against mine.
The urge to turn her around and bend her over gets bigger and bigger as she pants
into my mouth, desperate for air … desperate for more kisses. I let my hands
roam free over her body, cupping her tit and giving it a nice squeeze. My mouth
silences her first moan, as I taste her
willingness to finally submit. And, oh … how I will make her submit.
Interview:
1.What kind of book is Stalker?
Stalker is a Dark Romantic Suspense, filled
with hate, lies, lust, sex, and much, much more. ;) It’s not for the
faint-hearted, but I promise you, if you sit through it, it will be worth it!
2.Where do you get your ideas?
I get my ideas from movies, books, and
sometimes even the stories people tell me. I love drawing inspiration from
things I’ve seen or witnessed in the past. Sometimes, ideas can also just
spring into my mind out of nowhere, it’s like they just appear. It’s amazing.
Once I have an idea, it still takes month to take the form of a book, though.
Usually it begins with a ‘what if’ question, a few characters, bits and pieces
of action or things that happen … and the before I know it, there’s a complete
story on my desk!
3.What’s the hardest part of the writing process?
The hardest part would be the creation of the
storyline. The idea always begins with flashes, little scenes, but for a book I
have to string those scenes together to form a coherent story. Sometimes, I
have to shift around the scenes, or change course in the middle, but in the end
it always turns out to be perfect! :)
4.What do you always need to have with you when you write?
I always need to have my bottle of water with me
when I write, as well as some peace & quite, and some good music. ;) I also
love to have a cup of hot tea next to me, but it’s not a requirement to write
an awesome book!
5.You’re book is going to be made into a movie. Who play the lead roles?
For Stalker, I would say Michael Malarkey as Phoenix
(With some added piercings and tattoos), and Candice Accola as Vanessa. As
actors, those two match the best, but I didn’t style my characters after
actors. My real role models are Stephen James & Mikkel Jensen for Phoenix,
and Marina, from Marina And The Diamonds (the singer) for Vanessa.
6.What books
can we expect from you in the future?
My next book
will most likely be Twenty-One (21), and it has someone from Stalker in the
leading role. I won’t tell you who, but you can find out pretty easily when you
read the book ;) It’s going to be super exciting, you can check it out here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25143793-twenty-one
7.Any final
words for fans out there?
Thank you so much for reading my books, and make sure to pick up your copy of Stalker to get the complete story of Vanessa & Phoenix! It’s going to be one heck of a ride! :) http://bit.ly/stalkeramazon
ClarissaWild 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, and Stalker. 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.
Fuck me once, I'll fuck you twice … then I'll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.
She, the woman who put me in jail.
I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.
I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.
She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.
I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.
Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang. WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE - it has a non-conventional ending. This isn't rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It's a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
Frowning, I walk toward the door and notice it’s been left open. Outside are red drops scattered across the floor. I lean forward, so I can scour the premise, and that’s when I notice the pool of blood lying on the porch.
My eyes widen and I scream.
Stumbling backward inside the house, I slam the door shut with shaky hands.
That blood, is it Arthur’s? What’s going on? Is he here?
Shit, I knew it.
I immediately reach for my umbrella stand and fish out the rifle hidden behind all the umbrellas. I should’ve prepared more for this day, but I didn’t think it would arrive so soon. I lock and load the rifle, turning around quickly to surprise my attacker.
“Show yourself, you motherfucker,” I scream. “I know it’s you.”
“Hello, Vanessa ….” His voice brings me chills to the bone. “Long time, no see.”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” I yell, turning circles.
The voice is coming from everywhere, and I don’t know where he is. If I move, I’m afraid he’ll catch me.
All I hear is vicious, uncontrollable laughter. “Did you miss me? No need to be angry, I’m here now.”
“What do you want?” I scream.
“Oh … you know exactly what I want.” The grim harshness in his voice makes me tremble. “I told you that I’d come for you. Ready or not, here I come, Princess.”
“No! Stay away!” I scream, turning to the hallway. I could swear his voice came from there.
But there’s nothing to be seen.
Nothing except the filthy boot prints on the wooden floor behind me, leading into the hallway to the right.
I follow the trail into my living room, holding out my gun, ready to shoot if I must.
But then the trail suddenly ends.
My lips part in confusion as I wonder where in the hell the dirt has gone. I can’t find the boots anywhere. And then I realize what’s going on.
Too late.
Something is pulled over my head, pulling me into the dark. A bag.
His hands twist and twist until I choke. The gun drops to the floor. He’s suffocating me, and no matter how much I claw at the bag, it won’t break.
The last thing I hear before I pass out is, “Playtime is over. You can’t hide, Princess. Now you’re mine.”
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, and Stalker. 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.
Fuck me once, I'll fuck you twice … then I'll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.
She, the woman who put me in jail.
I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.
I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.
She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.
I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.
Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.
WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE - it has a non-conventional ending. This isn't rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It's a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content.
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, and Stalker. 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.
