Title: FURY (#1.5, FIERCE)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: March 17th 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Would you risk everything for love?
Life has held nothing but hardships for Hunter Bane. Growing up with a learning disability wasn’t easy, especially when you’re poor. With only his brother to support him, Hunter clings to the short moments of happiness in life. Like when he meets Autumn Blakewood.
Autumn Blakewood is a geek at heart. Reading is her passion, and she can’t spend one day without her books. She’s always locked up in her room studying, trying to avoid trouble. Until Hunter comes into her life.
Hunter can’t resist the temptation to get closer to Autumn. She is his complete opposite, and yet he’s drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. But when his brother is caught dealing drugs and sent to prison, Hunter’s world shatters.
To save his brother, Hunter has to join the gang he’s feared his entire life. Now he’s forced to choose between his family and the one girl he loves. Fighting for both, his fury is all he needs…
Life has held nothing but hardships for Hunter Bane. Growing up with a learning disability wasn’t easy, especially when you’re poor. With only his brother to support him, Hunter clings to the short moments of happiness in life. Like when he meets Autumn Blakewood.
Autumn Blakewood is a geek at heart. Reading is her passion, and she can’t spend one day without her books. She’s always locked up in her room studying, trying to avoid trouble. Until Hunter comes into her life.
Hunter can’t resist the temptation to get closer to Autumn. She is his complete opposite, and yet he’s drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. But when his brother is caught dealing drugs and sent to prison, Hunter’s world shatters.
To save his brother, Hunter has to join the gang he’s feared his entire life. Now he’s forced to choose between his family and the one girl he loves. Fighting for both, his fury is all he needs…
I get up
and see her standing near my book case, checking out all my books, her fingers
drifting over all the books like they’re treasures to her. They probably are.
To me, they’re just books I used to read, but can’t remember a thing from.
Her curly
hair drops down her shoulders and gently wafts back and forth, and it
compliments her beautiful body. I like looking at her, the way her feet barely
make any sound as they touch the floor, the way she explores my secrets with
great interest, the curves and lines of her body. Her luscious, perky ass
catches my attention as she shifts her weight from one foot to another.
Thoughts about grabbing her ass and pinning her to the book case shoot through
my mind. I can’t stop looking. And I can’t stop licking my lip in anticipation
of what could happen if I just took what I wanted. And what I want is her.
I’m not
even thinking about it before stalking toward her. I want her so badly, the
wantonness is taking control of my mind. Consuming me. I need to be close to
her, need to know what she’s thinking when she’s seeing the real me. I need her
to tell me she’ll accept me the way I am.
Before I
know it, I’m up against her back, breathing in and out like the horny
motherfucker I am. I’m enthralled by her pinewood scent, and inhale it as much
as I can. She’s like a drug to me, one that can take away the pain.
She’s
frozen in place, her breath hitching in her throat. I watch her fingers linger
on a book, and I say, “I used to read a lot when I was little.”
“I can see
…” she mumbles.
“You like
books a lot, don’t you?” I lower my head and lean over her shoulder, trying to
peer into her vast eyes. She’s shivering in place, her body giving in to
temptation by leaning against mine. Hmmm … I love the feel of that. Makes me
want to dig my fingers into her hip and grind up against her. It’s hard not to.
She takes
in a sharp breath, but it’s not because of what I thought, which was me. “Oh my
God! You’ve read Harry Potter? God,
it’s been ages since I last saw that book.”
I laugh,
and she turns around with her eyes wide open and her lips parted in a way that
makes me want to push my tongue inside her mouth.
But the way
she talks makes me think she’s surprised by the fact that I actually read. “I
told you, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Reading is … difficult. But
if I have the patience, I enjoy it.”
I step
closer, towering over her, giving me a sense of power. It’s hard not to take
advantage of the situation right now, but I’m holding back as much as I can. I
don’t think it’s wise to start this with her. We both might want it, but that
doesn’t make it okay.
I reach for
the book she was looking at and take it out. If she likes it so much, she
should have it. There’s not much I can do, but if this makes her happy, then
why not?
“You can
have it.” I hold out the book in front of her, and she can barely take it from
my hands without looking like she’s about to faint. She stutters, and I’m not
sure what she wants to say, but I can sure as hell tell she’s just as affected
by me like I am by her. She’s all that’s on my mind the moment I’m around her,
and I’m going crazy with desire. Adrenaline pumps through my body, my blood
thickening my cock, stretching my pants to the limit. She’s here, right now,
and I could take her and make her mine.
I could.
But somehow
it doesn’t feel right. Not after what those fucking assholes did to her back at
Denny’s Join. Not after what I’m doing in the gang. It feels so fucking wrong,
I just … can’t.
I blow out
a breath, trying to rid myself of all these hormones. “Well, I guess we should
call it a day, for now. Let’s continue tomorrow,” I say while taking a step
back and opening the door.
She should
leave, before the urge to throw her onto my bed becomes too strong to fight.
She smiles
shortly, caught by surprise, and draws in a deep breath. “Yeah, sure.”
I hear a
hint of disappointment in her voice. I know she wants this as much as I do, but
it’s not right and she knows it. She deserves someone who’s nice to her, and
all I’ve been is a prick. Well, it’s for her own good. It’s better for her not
to like me, if she wants to stay safe.
“Cool,” I
say, trying not to sound affected. “See you tomorrow then?”
She keeps
the book close to her chest as she walks out the door. She nods, and I nod, and
it’s some sort of silent agreement not to make more of this than it is. We both
know what the deal is.
“See ya,” I
say, and then I close the door before I change my mind.
Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top 200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It 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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