Title: SNARE (#1, Delirious)
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: November 25, 2014
** Author's note: This is a dark romance that will mess with your heart and mind. **
His secrets will destroy her.
With his smart mouth, dirty talking, and possessive behavior, Sebastian Brand has me hooked in the most shameless way. Iâm obsessed with him. However, now that Iâve escaped the mental hospital, he seeks to control my every move.
The overwhelming aloofness in his attitude and the darkness in his mind tells me there is more to this man than sheer dominance.
Depravity is his playground and pain is a necessary evil.
Keeping me away was his first instinct.
Capturing me was his second.
Claimed by a man with the exterior of an angel and the mind of a brute, I will do anything to unveil his secrets and face my own demons.
A body in exchange for freedom. A heart in exchange for truth.
Life is never a given. Only a certain death.
This is Volume 1 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. Contains a cliffhanger that will make your eyes pop.
When the life you know and love falls apart, you cling to the things that keep you safeâthe people who bring you warmth and comfort, the ones who take you out of danger and into the light.
As the world came crashing down upon me, I chose to let everything go. My mind wandered into darkness, leaving behind every trace of anguish. It was my mindâs way of saving what was left of my soul.
Holding onto him was the only thing that kept me going. Kept me alive. He became my anchor. Sebastian Brandâthe man who pulled me from the darkness and brought me into the light.
I want him. I crave him. I desire him and devour him when he is near me.
However, I never imagined Iâd be forced to let him claim my body. That Iâd be captured and taken against my will.
That I would come to need this man more than my sanity.
As I hang from the ceiling like a strung-up doll, I feel free. His finger slides down my chest, between my breasts, and moves achingly close to my nipples before returning to my sternum. He traces a line to my stomach, leaving a trail of fire. All my senses come to life as he strokes me delicately, carefully, as if his finger is the baton and I am the instrument heâs conducting. Whimpers that must sound like music to his ears slip from my mouth. Iâm a slave to his touch. This controlling man has me under his power, and Iâm loving every shameful, immoral moment that we share.
He bends between my legs and presses his lips down upon my skin. A need so vile and pure grows inside me, and I give in to delirious, detrimental pleasure as his tongue strokes my inner thighs.
I am a captive, and yet I donât feel like one.
At the mercy of a captivating, passionate man, I come to life.
In the hands of a cruel, vicious monster, my breath is stolen.
Even in the most dire of situations, trusting the wrong person could get you killed.
Trusting Sebastian Brand was the biggest mistake I ever made.
Providence, Rhode Island â April 20th, 2013
I freeze and let his words sink in. He doesnât know me. Not even my name. What is going on here?
âItâs me,â I say, placing my hand on my chest. âLillith.â
He frowns, his nose twitching in disgust. I hate that suspicious gaze in his eyes and the way his body is slightly slanted, as if Iâm a lunatic approaching him for no reason.
âAnd Iâm supposed to know you?â he says, raising an eyebrow.
My lip lowers, my heart strangled by tangling dismay. âHow is this possible?â
âIâm sorry; I think you have me mistaken for someone else.â Thereâs a twinge in his voice, and itâs almost as if heâs in a hurry to speak the words. âExcuse me, Miss, but I have to get going now.â
He steps past me and walks down the sidewalk while I stare at him from behind. Iâm baffledâcompletely shakenâfrom his blatant denial. This canât be right. He knows me and I know him.
âWait!â I call out, and I run after him, blinking my tears away.
âWhat do you want?â he grumbles.
âWhy donât you recognize me? You know you know me.â
âIâm sorry; I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âYes, you do. Stop denying it.â
âMiss, leave me alone, please.â
His ignorance hurts, but I wonât let it get to me. âNo, I want to know why youâre denying that you know me. You know full well what we did in the hospital.â
He takes a big gulp of air but doesnât exhale, which tell me heâs upset. Good, he should be. I am, too. I donât understand any of this.
âStop ignoring me.â I grab his jacket. He stops and looks back at me, his face so dark, so volatile; it scares the shit out of me. One jerk is all it takes to make me release him from my grasp.
âI donât know what you want, but I suggest you leave before I call someone.â
âLike who, exactly?â
He starts rummaging in his pocket and takes out his wallet. âI donât care, just leave me alone! Do you want money? Is that it? Here. Now go away!â He pushes something into my hand. Baffled, I gaze down at the hundred-dollar bill. No, no way.
âI donât need your money,â I say as I follow him, crumpling it up so I can hand it back to him.
âThen what do I have to do to make you leave?â he says. âCall the cops? Is that what you want?â
âNo, of course not.â
âThen why do you insist on following me? You donât know me.â
âCare to explain how I know your name then, Mister Sebastian Brand?â I scoff.
âYou couldâve gotten that from anywhere. Iâve heard about enough now,â he hisses.
âIâm not leaving.â
He doesnât respond, so I follow him into the building next door to the gymâthe exact address that I found on the internet when I searched for him. I knew it; he does live here. Why else would he go in here?
âMister Brand, are you honestly going to deny the fact that we have been talking for ages now?â I try to ignore the guard at the desk, staring at us from under his glasses.
âYes. Yes, I am.â He smiles at me while pressing the button on the elevator.
I make a petty face. âYou canât fool me. I know you know me, and I know you remember all those nights at the hospital. Donât tell me it wasnât real. Iâm not sure what kind of game youâre playing here, Mister Brand, but Iâm not falling for it.â
âOh, Iâm not playing games, Miss. If I was, youâd know.â Thereâs amusement on the surface of his voice.
âOh, do tell.â
We step into the elevator, and he presses a button. I look around and notice that even the elevator looks expensive. Wood lines the walls, the bars are colored gold, and on the floor is a velvety red rug. Everything about this entire building is expensive, and from the looks of it, Sebastian is anything but poor.
âI actually happen to enjoy plenty of games, but this is not a game to me,â he proceeds. âThis is serious. Iâm honestly wondering why you are following me. You do realize I could have you arrested for harassment, right?â
âIâm sure you could.â
He chuckles. âI like that youâre not at all terrified. I admire that in a woman.â
âIâm not intimidated by men in suits, and you, sir, donât scare me at all.â
âHow unfortunate â¦â
I gulp and look at the numbers on the panel in the wall. There are still a lot of floors to go. This building is huge, and he lives on the top level. This could take a long time. A very long time alone with him. Oh, shit.
As the elevator doors close and Iâm left alone with Sebastian, or whoever in the hell he thinks he is, my heart beat speeds up. I shift in place to try to hide my discomfort. I must push through. I will not leave him, no matter what he says.
âListen, I donât know what game youâre playing, but you know just as well as I do thatââ
Suddenly, Sebastian grabs my arms and shoves me against the wooden wall, trapping me between his arms. The money that was in my hand drops to the floor.
âWhat? That I know you or you know me?â He leans forward. âThat I did something with you?â
I swallow, staring him dead in the face, not giving in to his taunt. âWe had sex.â
Squinting, he steps closer, tightening his grip on my arms. âAnd?â
âAnd it was wonderful.â
He smiles cheekily. âOf course it was.â
I breathe a sigh of relief.
âI rock every womanâs fantasy. Too bad itâs only a fantasy.â
âWhat?â I say. âIt wasnât just a fantasy.â
âOh, Miss, whatever your name is â¦â
âCarrigan,â I sneer.
âMiss Carrigan â¦â The way he says my name sends shivers down my body. âWhatever you have in your mind, youâre mistaken. I would not take a woman and not remember her.â
âDonât call me a liar.â
âIâm not. I simply think youâre confused. Thatâs okay. I know how to deal with confused women.â
I snort. âI bet you cause most of that confusion.â
He smiles. âTouchÃ©. Youâre right, I do.â He cocks his head. âAnd you know what else?â He leans forward, pushing himself up against me. My nipples perk up from arousal, smoothing along his casual attire. Even though he denies every single thing I say, he still turns me on.
âWhat?â I ask, my lips still parted, inclining toward him.
He moves his head to my ears, making me gasp for breath.
âI mess with their heads.â
I take a sharp breath. Jesus Christ.
He places a hand on the wall beside me, squeezing my arm even harder with his other hand. âWhat do you want from me, Miss Carrigan?â
âI want the truth. You know me. Tell me you do. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me. I miss your touch.â
He sniffs in my ear, but then I realize itâs partial laughter. After a while, he opens his mouth, breathing hot air into my ear. I clench my legs together from the heat.
âI donât need anyone. Ever.â
âI know you said I shouldnât come to you, but I couldnât go anywhere else,â I whisper in pure despair. I donât want him to deny me this. I canât deal with it.
âYouâre right, you shouldnât have come. You have no idea what youâve done.â
âIâm sorry â¦â
âYouâre messing with the wrong man.â
I gasp as he reaches for my throat. I squirm under his arms but donât fight his tight grip pinning me to the wall. Why is he being this cruel?
âYou think you know me?â
âNo â¦ but you know me. You know I need you â¦ I need you, Mister Brand, to make it all okay again.â
âYou need me? You think you need my hands touching you? How does it feel so far?â
I struggle to stay put with his fingers slowly digging into my neck. I cough.
He comes close to my lips, almost kissing me. âYou think you want this? Guess again.â
âI do,â I whisper.
With haste, he spins me on my feet, pushing me down until my face is against the wall and my ass is pointing in his direction. He yanks my dress up and rips my panties down in one go.
âIâll show you what I do to women that has them shamefully begging.â
Suddenly, his hand comes down on my ass.
I yelp in shock. Jesus Christ, he spanked me.
âDo you like this, Miss Carrigan?â He slaps my ass again, making my body rock up and down.
I push away from the wall, but he wonât allow me to back away.
âOh no, youâre not going anywhere. You wanted me to touch you then let me put my hands all over you.â
âNot like this â¦â I whimper as he smacks me again.
âYes, like this. You might deny it, but I can tell youâre that kind of lady. Someone who enjoys being conquered.â He groans. âWhat a nice round, perky ass. Cherry colored as well. My favorite.â
âYou should see it when itâs not painfully red,â I retort in a brief moment of courage.
He chuckles while spanking me again. âOh, playing games, are we? I like women who are a little feisty.â He spanks me again, his fingers spreading wide on my ass. âSee, now this â¦ this is what I need.â
He growls as he slaps me again, my skin tingling from the burn. I can feel the burn, and yet it excites me like nothing else. âDidnât I tell you it was a bad idea to follow me?â
I know Iâm stuck here, but I refuse to believe it was a bad idea. He is Sebastian Brand, and he knows me. I wonât stop until he says he does. However, I never imagined heâd put his hands on me like this. This elevator has us both trapped, and his hands donât feel like theyâre going anywhere else than on my ass right now. I have to deal with this a different way. âIâm sorry, Mister Brand.â
âSorry doesnât cut it.â He smacks me again. âBesides, since you seemed so adamant on having me touch you again, I figured Iâd give you what you want.â He jerks my hair and pushes me further down. âUh-uh, I didnât say you could leave.â
âI never asked for this.â
âOh, but you did, Miss. See, thatâs the problem. You ask but you have no idea what youâre asking for.â
I growl, and he laughs in return. âDonât tell me youâre backing out now; it was just starting to get fun.â
He squeezes my ass, making me squirm. âPity.â
The bell of the elevator dings, and then it comes to a stop. Weâve reached the top level.
His hand leaves my ass, making it feel bare all of the sudden. âPlaytime is up. I hope that was enough.â
Feeling humiliated, I take in a sharp breath while pulling my panties back up and my dress down. âItâs not.â I wonât back down. He might think Iâm scared now, but Iâm not.
âDamn, and here I was thinking you wanted me to touch you and that was it.â
I turn around, frowning, a blush growing on my cheeks from what just happened. âIs that what this is all about? Getting rid of me?â
He smiles so cheekily, so infuriating, that I growl from it.
âAww â¦ are you mad now?â He raises an eyebrow. âI gave you what you wanted. You asked me to need you, and I needed your ass to be red. I have what I want now, so weâre done here.â
âWhat? You canât do this!â I say as he turns around.
âActually, I can, and I have. And now you know what a prick I am. So let this be the final time we see each other.â He starts walking out of the elevator, leaving me with a gaping mouth.
âYou just groped me in an elevator and now you leave? Just like that?â
âJust like that,â he calls back as he walks away.
âWhat kind of man are you?â I ask, baffled, as he stops in front of the only door on this level. He places his thumb on some kind of machine, and the door opens.
âNot the man you were hoping for, unfortunately. Iâm sorry I couldnât be of more help, Miss Carrigan. Goodbye.â
I look down at the floor, utterly shaken, and notice the hundred-dollar bill. I pick it up and throw it at him. âYou forgot your money, douchebag!â
âKeep it!â He waves.
His voice resounds in my ears as he shuts the door behind him, not even once glancing back at me to check if Iâm okay.
I never, ever, imagined that Sebastian could be such a huge dick, but he was. I wonder why. I still donât believe him. Nobody in their right mind would touch me like that. Nobody would spank a stranger. Nobody. This has to be a farce. I donât know why heâs doing this, but I will find out somehow. After all those nights at the hospital, I wonât give up easily. This is not the last time weâll see each other, that Iâm sure of. Iâll make it happen.