Title: Evil Boys
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Dates: July 2023, exact date TBA
I am the golden child, the one who’s supposed to be perfect.
During the day I attend Spine Ridge University as my father wishes, but when darkness falls I put on my mask to hunt criminals and destroy them.
Until one night when I come face to face with three evil boys …
Kai, Nathan, and Milo from the Phantom Society. Secretive, violent, dirty guys who promise to expose my vigilante justice and put my dangerous side-job in the limelight.
They’ll show the world how savage I truly am … unless I let them have their way with me.
My body bartered for their silence … And I say yes.
They’re shameless in claiming me, not even my dignity is spared.
With their devious games they make me question my sanity.
Worst of all … I’m beginning to love every inch of their corruption.
Until it’s no longer just bodies against bodies, but four hearts beating in sync.
But if I’m really going to go down this path to hell …
I’m taking those devils with me.
“Show yourself!” I growl. “Who are you?”
“You still have two guesses left.” His voice is low and commanding, chill-inducing.
My nostrils flare and I reach for the second knife in my heels. My last weapon. My last shot to get him before he gets me.
I hold it close, ready to strike.
“Answer me!” I yell.
“You’re just as violent as I remember,” he muses back from across the room.
So he is one of the three guys I met at that fucker’s house.
I want to throw my knife so badly, but if I do I’ll have forfeited my last shot to get him. And if I miss … I’m fair game.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I growl.
“Oh, now you’re talking my love language. C’mon then. Give me your best shot,” he taunts, bolting at me fast.
But as I attempt to throw, he comes out of nowhere and grips my wrist. Within a second he’s got me pinned me to the wall, and he pries the knife from my hand.
Enraged, I punch him, but he avoids my first hit like an expert.
So I lift my knee and kick him right in the stomach.
He groans and bucks, so I try to throw in another punch, but he grips my throat out of nowhere and pushes me up against the wall. His hand snakes around my neck so tightly I can barely breathe. I scratch at his fingers, desperate to get loose.
“Third try, little kitty,” he murmurs near my ear. “Who do you think I am? Think fast.”
I groan from the sheer force applied to my neck. “Fuck you.”
A faint, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “I get the sense that you don’t want to admit that you were there …” His fingers dig into my skin as he leans in to whisper. “That you killed that man.”
“You following me around?” I hiss.
He smiles against my skin. “You make it so easy to find you … when you wear that ribbon.”
He plucks it from my hair and I suck in a breath as it drops to the floor.
So he’s the one who stole my ribbon that night. And that means those three definitely go to school here too. Fuck. Just my luck.
“What do you want?” I rasp.
“You stole our kill.” Each word is pronounced very deliberately, like he’s trying to make me feel guilty. But I don’t feel guilty at all.
“Your kill?” I scoff. “Sorry, I didn’t know there was a waiting line.”
He leans in and whispers, “Jokes won’t get you far, Lana.”
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. “How the fuck do you know my name?”
“That’s not the question you should be asking,” he murmurs. “What you should be asking is ‘how can I stop this man from telling the world about my murderous habits’?”
“Fuck off,” I lips, trying to break free from his grasp, but he’s much stronger than I am.
“Ah, ah … you won’t get away this time,” he murmurs.
“You think I want to get away?” I muse. “I came looking to kill you.”
He smiles against my skin. “God, I love your tenacity.” He slowly invades my space, pushing his body up against me until I can feel his thick thighs rub up against mine again, his bulge growing harder and harder. “You wanting to kill me only gets me hard.”
“Fuck you,” she growls.
“Oh, I will fuck you, all right,” he says, and his tongue dips out to lick the rim of my ear. “And you will definitely moan when bore my way through that wet little pussy of yours.”
“You wish,” I grit, and yet I can feel my pussy throbbing between my legs, but I ignore it.
“I know violence gets you going,” he whispers. “I can feel your heartbeat pick up, Lana.”
“Don’t what? Call you by your name?” He leans away. “I think you know as well as I do we’re well past introductions now.”
God-fucking-dammit, I wish I could see him more than anything.
“You know my name, now give me yours,” I say.
He snorts. “I’ll give it to you …” Suddenly, I feel something cold underneath my chin. A blade. Mine. “After you come for me.”
What? Did he just…?
Oh my fucking God, the arrogance!
“Fuck you, I would never—”
He removes his hand from my wrist, the knife still at my throat like an imminent and very clear threat.
If I move, I die.
But his hand slowly lowers down my arm, smoothing along my body, and every single one of my senses is awakened against my wishes. A soft groan escapes his mouth as he cups my breast, the sound so low and gravelly it brings goosebumps to my body.
And I don’t understand why my body has this reaction.
Why I feel the need to lean into his touch.
Fuck, what is wrong with you, Lana? Don’t let him do this.
But the second my muscles twitch, the blade pushes further into my skin.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says, his voice so dark it makes me gulp.
He moves further down my dress, until his hand is right there between my legs, making me feel needy, twisted, debased.
“You like that, don’t you?”
The knife pushes even further into my skin until I’m forced to tilt my head back. “Don’t insult me when the fun is just about to begin, kitty.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say through gritted teeth.
But his finger pushes down on my clit and I’m having such a hard time staying put.
“Don’t call you what?” he murmurs, rubbing my clit right through my dress. “A violent little kitty?”
“Ridiculous,” I scoff, but his fingers keep working me, and it’s hard not to breathe puffy breaths. I hate to even think about how damp I’m already becoming.
Stop it, Lana, don’t even think about getting wet.
“No, what’s ridiculous was thinking that cat mask would protect you from being found,” he says, his hand slipping down further until he reaches the bottom of the dress near my thighs, and his fingers creep underneath. “But I found you. And now I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, and her two crazy but cute dogs. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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