Title: Mr. X
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 21, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
He’s come to kill me.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X: the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath deprivation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
When he takes his hand off my ass, I didn’t even realize it was still there. Cocking his head back and sideways, he lifts his hand and brings it to my face, gently caressing my cheeks. I don’t trust him.
“Such a good girl,” he says. “If you listen, I will reward you.”
“How?” My voice is still croaky.
“You’ll see …” X holds out his hand and waits for me to take it. He helps me step out of the tub, but I still manage to slip on the stone floor. He catches me with his free hand and presses me close to his chest. I gasp, because I’m surprised he actually cared to not let me fall. That, and the fact that his cock is poking me. His hands are tightly wrapped around my body, and he buries his head in the nook of my neck. He smells me and then groans. “I remember this …”
His words creep me out.
Suddenly, his lips are on my neck. It’s soft and warm, and so not what I’m used to. He leaves random kisses all over my skin, dragging his lips up to my earlobe. Shivers run through my body. Then he stops, hovering close to my ear. “So eager. So feisty. So yearning for the pain … You’re a masochist, Jay.”
“A what?”
“You enjoy my hand giving your ass a royal spanking.”
“What?” I snarl, freezing, because I can feel his hands on my skin, feeling me up.
“You can deny it, but it won’t change a thing. You and I both know what you are.” His whispers make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. “You punish yourself when no one else is around to do it for you.”
I’m shocked. I don’t know what to say. I can’t even bring out a few words. I’m totally and utterly flabbergasted.
And maybe a little ashamed, too.
He groans again, nipping my ear, biting it. “I’ll be your provider. I’ll give you pain as long as you give me your tears. Be wicked with me, Jay. Learn to love the monster that lurks inside you too. I know you’ve seen it. I can tell from your quivering lips and begging eyes. You need a man to control you, to temper your flame, and to make you feel alive.” He sucks on his lip, and it sounds like a hiss, making my skin crawl. Oddly enough, my clit is still throbbing, too. “Blood, Jay. I want your blood. I’ll strike you as long and as hard as needed until it turns your skin ruby and makes you so wet you’ll spread your legs willingly. My belt gives us both satisfaction. You’ll get the burning sensation of leather, I’ll get to draw your blood. But know this, little bird: you’ll never be free of me. Don’t think you were ever free to begin with, I’ve always been there, in the shadows, lurking, waiting to take my shot. Let me remind you again: I desire your blood, your tears, and your fear. I want it all. You can choose how. I’ll give you that choice. My belt or your head. So you decide, which one do you want?”
My body is giving up the fight as I shake profusely in his arms. It’s too much. I don’t want to die, but if that’s the only choice I have … would I pick a life of pain?
But then I realize I already made that choice long ago. I’ve been on my own ever since I left the hospital that day. The first day I remember after a huge blur. I’ve been wandering the streets like a lost lamb. I chose to trust the people, Hannah and Don, who betrayed me in the end. Always let people use me. Always abused myself. Pain is etched into my soul. He’s right: I’ve never been free. Not from him, nor from myself. I’m my own monster, and now I’ve found an equal.
“I want to live,” I whisper into the void.
I can feel him smile against my skin. “You’ll make a perfect pet.”
“Such a good girl,” he says. “If you listen, I will reward you.”
“How?” My voice is still croaky.
“You’ll see …” X holds out his hand and waits for me to take it. He helps me step out of the tub, but I still manage to slip on the stone floor. He catches me with his free hand and presses me close to his chest. I gasp, because I’m surprised he actually cared to not let me fall. That, and the fact that his cock is poking me. His hands are tightly wrapped around my body, and he buries his head in the nook of my neck. He smells me and then groans. “I remember this …”
His words creep me out.
Suddenly, his lips are on my neck. It’s soft and warm, and so not what I’m used to. He leaves random kisses all over my skin, dragging his lips up to my earlobe. Shivers run through my body. Then he stops, hovering close to my ear. “So eager. So feisty. So yearning for the pain … You’re a masochist, Jay.”
“A what?”
“You enjoy my hand giving your ass a royal spanking.”
“What?” I snarl, freezing, because I can feel his hands on my skin, feeling me up.
“You can deny it, but it won’t change a thing. You and I both know what you are.” His whispers make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. “You punish yourself when no one else is around to do it for you.”
I’m shocked. I don’t know what to say. I can’t even bring out a few words. I’m totally and utterly flabbergasted.
And maybe a little ashamed, too.
He groans again, nipping my ear, biting it. “I’ll be your provider. I’ll give you pain as long as you give me your tears. Be wicked with me, Jay. Learn to love the monster that lurks inside you too. I know you’ve seen it. I can tell from your quivering lips and begging eyes. You need a man to control you, to temper your flame, and to make you feel alive.” He sucks on his lip, and it sounds like a hiss, making my skin crawl. Oddly enough, my clit is still throbbing, too. “Blood, Jay. I want your blood. I’ll strike you as long and as hard as needed until it turns your skin ruby and makes you so wet you’ll spread your legs willingly. My belt gives us both satisfaction. You’ll get the burning sensation of leather, I’ll get to draw your blood. But know this, little bird: you’ll never be free of me. Don’t think you were ever free to begin with, I’ve always been there, in the shadows, lurking, waiting to take my shot. Let me remind you again: I desire your blood, your tears, and your fear. I want it all. You can choose how. I’ll give you that choice. My belt or your head. So you decide, which one do you want?”
My body is giving up the fight as I shake profusely in his arms. It’s too much. I don’t want to die, but if that’s the only choice I have … would I pick a life of pain?
But then I realize I already made that choice long ago. I’ve been on my own ever since I left the hospital that day. The first day I remember after a huge blur. I’ve been wandering the streets like a lost lamb. I chose to trust the people, Hannah and Don, who betrayed me in the end. Always let people use me. Always abused myself. Pain is etched into my soul. He’s right: I’ve never been free. Not from him, nor from myself. I’m my own monster, and now I’ve found an equal.
“I want to live,” I whisper into the void.
I can feel him smile against my skin. “You’ll make a perfect pet.”
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