Author: Clarissa Wild
Release Date: June 17, 2015
This is a prequel to the Dark Romance Standalone STALKER.
Some secrets are meant to stay hidden …
Secrets could kill you. My husband is the prime example.
I’m a trophy wife. Someone’s prized possession, just there to be pretty. My dreams were pushed aside for his. Until one fateful night, one chance encounter, all his dirty secrets were exposed.
And then my supposed husband is killed.
I should be sad, but all I feel is anger. My husband is a lying, cheating bastard. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m now the prime suspect for his murder.
Only his brother believes I'm innocent, and in his support, I find relief. However, I will find the real killer and bring him to justice ... before he tries to end my life too.
WARNING: This book contains strong language, explicit situations, and disturbing content.
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His kisses are gentle and soothing, so good that I want more. I wrap my arms around his neck and invite him even closer. Our kiss becomes deeper the more seconds pass. I can’t get enough. It feels like all the floodgates have opened and all that I’ve been holding inside comes pouring out.
His tongue dips out to probe the rim of my mouth and seduce me into giving in and opening up completely. I do what my gut tells me, turning my brain off, enjoying the moment. Desperate to get closer, I press my body to his. He slowly crawls on top of me, pushing me into the sofa with my back as he rests on top of me. His kisses become faster and his hands start roaming across my body. I squirm underneath him as he cups my ass and squeezes, a groan audible through all the kissing. I love the way it sounds, the rawness of his need, and wonder how long he has kept this hunger stored inside him.
His hands find their way to the hem of my dress and slowly creep up underneath, dragging the fabric with them. A moan rolls over my lips as his hands slide up toward my breasts, and he covers my mouth with his. I can feel his hard-on poking me through his pants, and I immediately feel the urge to push his zipper down and take him right here, right now. I don’t care about the consequences of what we’re doing. I don’t care about anything, and that’s okay. We both need love, and we found it in each other.
“I want you so badly,” he whispers as he drags his lips to my ear.
“Me, too,” I say. “I want you, too.” My body arches to meet his as he cups my breast and massages it, giving ample attention to my nipple with his thumb.
“Is it wrong?” he groans, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“No …” I moan as he rubs his cock against me.
“God, I feel so bad,” he says, hissing while biting his lip. “I just can’t stop myself.” “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “I need it. I need you.” He looks me in the eye as I say, “Let’s be bad together.”