Title: Boys Who Hunt
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Date: December 27th, 2024
They swore I would fall for their depravity, and I told myself I could resist…
I lied.
Stealing from the three most infamous, cold-hearted devils of the Skull and Serpent Society was risky, but I needed it more than them. I had only one goal in mind—to survive.
Running away is what I do best. But nothing makes my heart beat faster than being hunted by Silas Rivera, Heath Preston, and Max Fletcher. They're out of their minds insane, and they love nothing more than a wicked chase.
I robbed them of everything they cared for, and in turn they set their inner demons loose on me.
To atone for my sin, I must become theirs.
Their depraved games and twisted demands are slowly warping my mind until all that's left is the unhinged desire for more.
More of their filth.
More of their murderous habits.
Until I'm willing to lay down my soul...
And I manage to steal the one thing they never wanted to give—their hearts.
Excerpt
I run through the corridors of Spine Ridge University, the sound of students chatting away doing nothing to drown out the noise in my head.
He saw me. He saw me sitting there and looked at me like he knew what I’d done.
I head into a women's-only bathroom and lock myself in a stall to catch my breath. I sit down and close my eyes for a second.
He doesn’t know you stole from him.
He couldn’t possibly kno—
The door slams open, and my eyes burst open along with it. I hold my breath as someone steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind them. I immediately pull both feet up on the toilet seat and make myself as tiny as possible.
“Ivy …”
It’s him.
“Oh, Ivy …”
His unsettling, dark voice brings chills to my spine.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are …”
WHAM!
A door two down from me is knocked open so harshly I nearly squeal, and I cover my mouth with my hand to stop him from hearing anything.
“I’m going to fucking find you, one way or another …”
WHAM!
The next door is kicked open, and when I peer through the tiny slit between the two stalls, a shoe retracts.
My door is next.
What the fuck do I do?
“And when I do, you’re gonna be mine.”
His? This fucker is insane!
I have to find something, anything, to defend myself with when he gets ahold of me.
I turn around, gripping the old, nonfunctional water pipe behind me that’s bound to break eventually, and the moment his shoe lands against the door, I rip off the piece. The door flies open, and his unhinged smile makes my veins burst with fear and disgust.
“Found you.”
The second he lunges at me, I swing the pipe at his face, but he blocks and grips the metal.
“Can’t hit me, twig. I’m quicker than you,” he growls, and he tries to pry the pipe right out of my hand.
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“What do I want?” He laughs maniacally. “Your life.”
“Get away from me!” With the pipe between us, I push him out of the stall, forcing him back against the sink, but all it does is make him smile and laugh even harder.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” he mocks. “Maybe you should ask yourself that question.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I say.
I know I’m lying, but I’m not going to admit the truth to the likes of him.
Clutching the pipe hard, he leans in with a tilted head as he stares at me. “You missing a hearing aid, thief?”
He looks me dead in the eyes, and the toxic smirk on his face makes me gulp.
Oh fuck.
Suddenly, he inches forward and bites the air right in front of my nose, making me jolt back. Another sadistic laugh follows.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with.”
He pushes me back with ease as if all this time he was letting me believe I could take him, that I was in control of the pipe that separates his hungry teeth from my skin.
“You stole from me,” he growls. “I don’t take that lightly. You will pay. Whether it’s in cash … or with skin.”
Skin?!
What the—
He pushes me all the way to the wall, and it knocks the air out of my lungs as I’m pinned between him and the pipe. Nowhere to go. No way out.
His face inches closer, green eyes nearly boring a hole into my heart.
“Now … how should I make you pay for your crime?” His breath leaves hot marks on my skin. “With blood?” he whispers. His tongue, wet and dripping with hunger, licks a trail from my neck to my ear. “Or with fear?”
Author Bio
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, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her adorable kitties. 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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