Title: SEIZE (#2, Delirious)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: December 30, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
Synopsis
True darkness has only just begun …
She thought she could run, but there´s nowhere to hide. My bad side is coming out to claim what belongs to me. This hunter has found his prey, and he’s hungry for more. She’s mine now, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her to myself.
You think I’m the monster?
Think again.
When the choices you make decide your fate, the line between good and evil blurs. In order to live, I do what must be done. Freedom is the price she pays for her safety.
She wants the truth? I’ll give her the truth.
In order to play this game, sacrifices must be made.
I will start with her.
This is Volume 2 in the Delirious Series, which contains 3 volumes and a prequel. This book is a
full-length novel. These books should be read in order.
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, drugs and alcohol,
dubious consent, and graphic violence.
Big River Management Area. Greenwich, Rhode
Island – June 2nd, 2013, night
Lillith
“Sebastian, behind you!”
The shot fires the moment that he turns around. My scream isn’t as fast as the
bullet approaching us. A quick shove and Sebastian has me tumbling to the ground. He grunts and
roars as the bullet tears through his shoulder. He slumps, reaching for the
wound.
That bullet was aimed at me, not him. He saved me from being killed by taking
the bullet himself.
Still, his eyes are on me, focusing solely on me. “Run.
Now.”
I scramble to my feet, grasping the opportunity to flee. Without looking back, I
make a run for it. I don’t know where I’m going or what is happening, but I know that I have to get
out of here. Some part of me is worried about Sebastian and another part wants him to be killed. I
don’t know which side to pick.
It’s then that I hear them yell at each other.
“What the fuck, Lewis!” It’s Sebastian.
“Sorry, but you moved! I was aiming for her.”
“Fuck you! You fucking shot me! And now she ran again!” Sebastian yells.
“Goddammit, I had her.”
“Well, you should’ve taken her when you had the
chance.”
“I told you that I could handle this. Now let me do it before I shoot a
fucking bullet at you, too.”
“Fine, but if she gets away, you know it’s your head that’s on the line, not
mine.”
Their voices grow fainter and fainter, and I can’t help but notice how Sebastian
weaves his way out of this like nothing happened. He wanted me to run, and yet he tells Lewis
a very different story. Something’s not adding up.
My breathing is loud and rampant and my legs are shaking, but I keep on
running. After a while, I sink to my knees, unable to suck in another breath. It takes me a while to
breathe. When I stand up and try to walk again, I’m tackled to the ground.
I squeal, fighting my attacker.
“Shhh!”
“Get off me!”
I wriggle until I’m facing him. Only then do I notice that it’s
Sebastian.
I try to slap him. “Asshole!”
I only get one hit in before he grabs both of my wrists and pins them down on
my chest. “Stop. Listen to me.”
“No! First, you shoot at me. Then he shoots at us, and then I hear you yell at
each other that you’re both hunting me? I’m not going to spend any second longer with you!” I push
him away. Surprisingly, he flinches and backs off. That was too easy.
He frowns, grinding his teeth. “Don’t fucking run from me. Run away from
them, but not from me. Not anymore.” He grabs his gun from the ground and points it at
me.
“How can I trust that you won’t just use me and then kill me somewhere in the
woods anyway? Somewhere no one can find my body?”
“Because I fucking need you,” he snaps. “And yes, I will kill you if you
don’t come with me. I will not let anyone else have you.
Ever.”
I swallow as he gets off me. He helps me up from the ground, too, even though
he’s making a face while doing it. The muscles in his arm are weakened. Red stains darken his coat.
He watches me with raised gun, pinpointing my next movement, which I don’t even know. All I hear
are his shallow breaths and groans.
“You’re hurt.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Not now,” he growls. “We have to get out of here.”
“Right.”
I turn around, trying to walk away, but he grabs my arms and holds me down
again.
“I didn’t say you could go without me.” He pushes the barrel of the gun into my
back.
“But why? Why do you care? You’re one of them!”
“Not by choice.”
“So, you’re not out to kill me?”
“No.”
“But you are one of them. So then, you call them and tell them to
stop.”
“No, I can’t, and it won’t help one bit. Once they have something in their minds,
they have to do it. It’s in their nature.”
I groan and sigh. “What do they want with me
then?”
“Either they kill you or they take you with them. You jumped from the train
when I told you not to. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”
“They’re coming after me? For running away from
you?”
“Exactly, and neither of us wants you in their claws,” he says. “Now, are you
going to come with me quietly, without a fight, or do I have to shoot you in the leg and carry you
over my shoulder? Because, by God, I will do it if it means that you’ll come easily.” He takes
the barrel away from my back as I let out a big breath.
I nod.
“Good.”
He hauls me with him, and I almost tumble over from the ferocity in his
stride.
“Jesus, I can’t believe you’d go that far to keep me away from
them.”
“If there’s a problem, I solve it. You were the problem, and I solved
it.”
“With a gun? Are you insane? You could’ve called after me instead of
shooting.”
“And you would not have believed me if I had told you the truth. Trust me, I’ve
tried before.”
He’s not tried it with me, so I’d rather not think about what it means instead. I
can’t even fathom the fact that he was helping them do this to us, let alone doing it to other
women.
“I’d rather hurt you myself than let them do it. They’d hurt you in ways that you
can’t imagine, and I will not let them touch my property.”
“I am not your property!” I tear myself away from his
grasp.
“You were mine the moment that you stepped into my building. Now, come
with me. Unless you want to die.”
I stare him down, contemplating if I could ever trust him again. I should’ve
never trusted him in the first place, so why should I now? How do I know what’s the right
choice?
“Sebastian!”
My eyes grow wide at the sound of a shrill and harsh voice calling out
Sebastian’s name. Sebastian halts, his eyes skimming the forest like a hunter on the lookout for
potential game.
“Who was that?” I whisper, following his gaze. “Is that the same guy from
before? I recognized him.”
“Lewis. One of them.” He directs his attention back at me and holds out his
hand. “Come here. Now.”
The way he talks to me, like I’m some sort of pet that he’s commanding, makes
me seethe, but I hold my tongue and grab his hand. Right now, getting out of here alive is more
important than prying information out of him, but I will definitely come back to this topic. I’m not
done with him. Far
from it. He has a lot of explaining to do, and I won’t stop asking questions until I find out the
truth.
I struggle to keep up with his pace as he drags me along. We push our way
through the dense forest, avoiding stumps and small rocks whenever possible but inevitable scrapes
and cuts happen. Short bursts of pain to my legs and feet from running make me cringe, but I try to
ignore them. Only the moon lights our path, but Sebastian seems to have adjusted quite well. His
movements are hasty, without error, and I find myself questioning whether he’s done this —whether
he’s hunted girls in the dark before.
However, now is not the time to think about things like
that.
After what
seems like an hour, we finally reach the road, but it’s midnight and there’s not a soul in sight. It’s
then that Sebastian releases my hand and lowers his gun. “Stay here.” He fishes his cell phone out of
his pocket. “Don’t move.”
I nod, wrapping my arms around my cold body. Shivering, I gaze at the trees
behind us, expecting someone to appear at any moment.
“We’re here,” Sebastian grumbles into his phone, and then he checks a peculiar
device that hangs from his neck, which I didn’t notice before. “Division road. The coordinates are
41.64 latitude and -71.59 longitude.” He puts his phone back into his pocket then sets his scorching
gaze back on me. With a grunt, he grabs my hand and starts walking.
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer as we keep walking down the road. Out of nowhere, a car
seems to be racing toward us. For a second, I believe it’s coming straight at us for a hit and run, but
then it stops and the car door opens.
“Get in,” Sebastian says as he hauls me to the door.
I step into the car as Sebastian walks to the other side and slides in. “Thanks,
you’re a lifesaver.”
“Anything for you, Sir,” the man behind the wheel
says.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sebastian urges. The driver nods and closes the blinds
between us.
Suddenly, I’m aware of the fact that I’m alone in the backseat with the man
who just tried to shoot me. I swallow away the nerves as he sets his gaze on me. The air between us
grows thicker as the seconds tick by. I try to ignore it, but once he slips closer to me, it’s
useless.
“Tell me where you’re taking me,” I demand, pressing my hands down on my
lap as if it would keep him at bay.
I feel vulnerable, threatened, and stripped of everything that makes me human.
Freedom has been taken away from me, but by God, I will fight to regain it. At the bottom of the
well, there is only one way to go up, and that is by clawing your way out. I’ll do whatever is necessary
to get back to my own life and help Ashley.
Anxiety storms through my head, causing irrational thoughts to take the upper
hand. The urge to flee becomes too great. I move my hand to the door and start pulling on the
handle. It won’t open, so I slam the window. “Let me out.”
“Calm down,” Sebastian says, placing his hand on my
leg.
I swat him away. “Don’t touch me.”
He winces from the way I say it. No wonder. I feel grossed out and dirty that he
touches
me the way he does. As if he’s some sort of disease. It does feel like I’m surrounded by
death.
“Stop,” he says calmly. “It won’t help you.”
“Just let me go then.”
“I can’t do that and you know why.”
“I can take care of myself just fine. I have two legs, a healthy set of lungs, and I
can run like hell, so I’ll get myself to safety just fine.”
“No, you won’t.”
His fingers return to my leg and dig in, squeezing me. “Your legs are strong,
perfect for fleeing, but they’re still no match for men with rifles who know how to shoot from a
distance. You’d be easy prey. The only one who’s ever allowed to hunt you down is
me.”
His touch becomes lighter again, softer, as he starts rubbing my leg, warming it
up and creeping me out at the same time. It feels like he’s petting me.
“I want you to be safe,” he says, “to be okay. That was always my
plan.”
I turn my head toward the window and look outside. Now that I know the full
truth, it’s like I have even less of a chance to get my freedom back. I can’t give up. I just
can’t.
So I force myself to continue ravaging this car, kicking and shoving, pulling out
everything I have, just to make a point. I will not fucking give up on my life or on Ashley. The strong
Lillith is back in full glory and I’ll be damned if I lose that part of myself
again.
“You had to go and resist …” Sebastian grumbles, and then he grabs me by the
waist and pulls me toward him. Something sharp is pointed at my neck. His
knife.
“I told you what would happen if you kept on fighting me,” he whispers in my
ear. The blade is painfully sharp, and I can feel it cut into my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Stop!”
“No, not until you stop fighting and let it go.”
“I won’t.”
“Then I don’t have any other choice.”
With the knife, he creates a line down the base of my neck and onto my
shoulder. I yelp from the sharp pain, but gasp when I feel his hot mouth press down on my skin. He
sucks, his tongue dipping out to lick me. He hums against my neck, holding the knife close to my vein
as he kisses the blood off my skin.
“Hmm…” He groans in such a dirty way, it sounds as if he’s going to come.
“Delicious.”
A red mark is left on my skin as he retreats.
Licking his lips, he says, “As expected.”
“You’re disgusting …” I murmur.
“Disgustingly aroused,” he says, biting his lip. “I want another
taste.”
He dives in again, but I manage to push him away.
“No!”
“Yes …” He keeps coming, biting my shoulder, and I
squeal.
“Please!”
“What?” He kisses my skin and then bites me again.
“Please … stop,” I say, blinking away the impending
tears.
“Oh, but that’s impossible now that I’ve tasted your blood. You are so
deliciously riveting … I’ll never have enough.”
I’m so sick to my stomach that I could throw up. Although I’m not sure whether
that’s because of him or because of the fact that I just faced death.
“Please … I don’t want this,” I say, feeling humiliated for having to beg him
again, but I want this to stop. I need this to stop.
“But I do … and that is where I hold the power and you don’t,” he says, twisting
the blade in his hand.
“Just stop … let me be … for just a few minutes,” I plead. “Just let me sit here in
peace.”
“And you will stop fighting? Stop trying to trash my car?” His tongue darts out
again to lick my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
“Yes.” I sigh, moving as close to the window as I can manage, far away from
him.
“Good.”
Suddenly he slides away again, back to his own seat. Fazed, I turn my head and
gaze at him, then at the wound on my shoulder, which is still oozing blood. He just bit me and now
he’s suddenly done? This was all a trick to get me to be quiet.
“Now we’re both bleeding,” he muses.
From his corner, he smiles at me. He brings his finger to his face and swipes up
a drop of blood left on his chin, brings it to his parted lips, and licks up my blood from his finger like
it’s a lollipop and he’s savoring the taste.
I cringe a little.
“Now be a good fairy and sit still.”
SNARE (Book
1)
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2)
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