EXCERPTS
Excerpt of Seek (Prequel)
As I tug on my dress, a hand on my hip stops me in my tracks.
“Hello, Lillith.”
My breathing stops. His voice and hand is all I need to let go of everything.
“Sebastian …” I whisper.
His other hand wraps around my belly and pulls me toward him. I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting him hug me for the first time in a long time.
“How did you get in here?”
“Shhhh … it doesn’t matter.”
“God, I’ve missed you,” I say.
“You shouldn’t.”
“But I do. You’re all I want. All I can think about.”
“It’s not good for you. Don’t the doctors tell you not to believe in fairy tales?”
“This isn’t a story. It’s real life,” I murmur.
He leans in close to my ear. His warm breath tingles on my skin. “Exactly.” His humming, dark voice makes me moan. “And you know this isn’t good.”
“I don’t care. I like being bad.”
“Oh … you don’t know how much those words turn me on, Lillith.” He grins against my ear, and I can feel his teeth. I shiver from the feeling. His fingers curl around my hips as he softly plants his lips on my neck. Lost in ecstasy, I let him kiss me everywhere. I don’t care if it’s bad, or if it’s real or not, this is what I need.
I’ve always needed this. These months I’ve spent at the institution have made me crave human contact. Made me crave him. Every time he came to visit to check up on me and make sure I was okay, I longed for him more. At first, all we did was talk. Then the talking turned into touching. And now, this. I can’t stop. I don’t want it to. Sebastian calms me down. He’s my drug, the person I use to make myself feel better. I hope he doesn’t mind.
His mouth leaves delicious spots on my neck. But then his teeth are bared, and he sinks them into my flesh. I gasp, the flashing pain both scary and arousing.
“Does it frighten you?” he asks.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you. I trust you.”
He bites me in a different spot. I hiss from the pain, but love it at the same time. “You shouldn’t.”
“I know that I can, though.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough. You saved me.”
“That doesn’t mean a thing. I could’ve saved you just for my own pleasure. I could’ve saved you just to get you put into this place.”
“I don’t believe it.”
He chuckles against my skin. “I love it when you’re being naïve.”
Grinning, I reply, “It’s intentional.”
“Hmmm … I’m sure,” he says and continues kissing me until his teeth touch my skin. “You like this, don’t you? You want me to bite you. You want me to give you pain so you can feel again.”
Excerpt of Snare (Book 1)
When the life you know and love falls apart, you cling to the things that keep you safe—the 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 mind’s 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 Brand—the 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 I’d be forced to let him claim my body. That I’d 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 he’s conducting. Whimpers that must sound like music to his ears slip from my mouth. I’m a slave to his touch. This controlling man has me under his power, and I’m 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 don’t 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.
Excerpt of Seize (Book 2)
He places a hand on my chest, sliding down toward my chin, and then he tips my head back more until it can’t go any further. “What do you see?”
Squinting, I focus and look through the gap between his legs.
“A mirror,” I gasp.
The sudden sight of my own naked body and him standing over me is overwhelming. My cheeks turn crimson, my body heating up from just looking at us. I feel more vulnerable than ever before, as I’ve never actually seen myself like this. I’m confronted with the cold, hard truth. I am a submissive to a man who can’t be trusted, and I let him dominate me, willingly. Knowing full well what the consequences are, I still let it happen. And now I’m faced with the shame.
“Look at yourself, Lillith.”
As my eyes gaze up to meet his, he instructs, “Don’t look away. I want you to look at yourself the entire time. Every second of every single minute of the time I will spend licking, kissing, spanking, sucking, and fucking you. I want you to see the naked truth, Lillith.”
He walks to the side of my head, bends over, and caresses my neck, sliding his finger all the way to my breast, stopping just before my nipple. I suck in a breath, my senses on high alert.
“See how beautiful you are, how much you like this, how badly you crave this.”
He leans in close to my ear, his warm breath hypnotizing. “You’re mine, little fairy, and I will show you how painful love can be.”
He grins when he sees my fearful face. “Don’t be scared. It won’t hurt … that much.”
His words only make me more nervous. I have no clue what he has in mind, which makes my heart go haywire from both terror and excitement.
Sebastian steps back, admiring me from a distance before unbuckling his belt. Pulling his belt through the loops, he keeps his gaze fixated on me, not stopping until it’s dangling in his hands. I frown, licking my lips, biting the bottom one when he steps forward and loosens the button on his pants. He folds the belt, flicking it, the sound making me squirm.
“Oh, no …” I mutter.
“Yes … oh yes,” he says, smiling.
And then he hits my belly with it. I squeal from the pain, which burns through my entire body.
“Scream, little fairy.” He whacks me again, this time hitting my nipple.
I howl in pain. It’s sizzling hot, leaving a red welt on my skin.
“Yes, let it all out,” he says, hitting me again and then again. I squeal each time the belt lands on my body, tears forming in my eyes. I see them fall in the mirror.
“Keep those eyes on the mirror. Do not stop watching yourself. I want you to see yourself break and rebuild by lust and love.”
Excerpt of Scorch (Book 3)
Ashley
June 20th, 2013.
Flames engulf me.
They lick my skin, fill me to the brink with fear.
I’m trapped with no way out.
My eyes can only see darkness as black as my body will become if I stay here a second longer. My vision is clouded by smoke, the rooms and hallways turned into a ghostly scene. Screams come from all directions, whines and loud bangs following suit.
I don’t know where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here. I have to escape this sea of flames.
A torrent of fire scorches the walls, blazing through the doors. I jump over fallen rubble and molten wood, running through any visible gaps I can find. It’s here, it has to be here. The door to freedom … it’s supposed to be here.
Fire follows me everywhere, like a trail set to destroy me, but I won’t let it burn me. I chose this path. I was the one who set this chain of events in motion, and now I must find a way out of this hellhole before it swallows me whole.
It’s either this fire or this facility that will be my undoing, and I’d rather be turned into a crisp than spend one more second in this place. Everything I did was for my own freedom, and I won’t let anything ruin it, not even a fucking burning building.
Right now, I don’t care about anyone else but me. I did it all for me. That’s right, I chose to only follow my own instincts so I could benefit from it. I’m a selfish motherfucker, but I don’t regret a thing.
For once I deserve a little peace.
Forever do I deserve justice.
No one more than me deserves to get out of this place.
But this fire is catching up with me quickly, and I don’t know if I can outrun it.
My lungs burn as I suck in the last viable breath, trying to stop coughing. The smoke is killing me, but I won’t give up. I won’t stop running, won’t stop fighting, won’t stop screaming until I gave it my all and then some. I won’t go down without reason.
I won’t. I fucking won’t!
Adrenaline fuels my body as I rush past falling debris, crisscrossing through the hallway until a door comes into sight. Hope zings through my veins, giving me a rush as I make a sprint toward freedom. I jump over fire and lunge at the door, pulling it open as I go. There’s another door just up ahead. The exit sign is the only light that shines down upon me as I close the door behind me and try to open it.
The door is locked.
I jerk it a couple of times, but it won’t budge.
Panic rolls through me, making all the hairs on my body stand up, as I jerk the door again and again.
“C’mon,” I say. “C’mon you worthless piece of shit!”
I punch the door, but it’s no use. Nothing I do works.
I cry out as I pull on the door as hard as I can and ram my feet into the wood in an effort to break free. Fire has consumed the hallway behind me, and I can smell the smoke rising up from the hole underneath the door. It won’t be long until it enters this room and when it does I have to be out.
“Why won’t you fucking open?” I scream at the door.
If this damned door would open, I would be out of here by now, but it seems to be made of pure cement or something. Nothing I do works. I can feel the heat of the fire penetrating the walls, creeping in from underneath the door behind me. As I look over my shoulder the small gap is lit like the sun.
Oh God, it’s so close, I can almost feel it.
There’s no escape now. I can’t turn around and find a different exit. I’m trapped and the fire has come for me. And this fucking door won’t open, no matter what I do.
Salty tears enter my mouth as I yell and kick the door in a futile move to free myself. Nothing I do works. Nothing.
After a while, I sink to the hard floor, burying my face in my hands.
I’m done for.
This is it, this is the end.
I was the only one who could save me, who could get me out of here. This was my last chance and I blew it.
What ifs float through my head. What if I hadn’t listened to him? What if I didn’t let him use me for his own pleasure? What would have happened if I didn’t let him into my heart? Would I have made the same choices?
No, but I doubt I would’ve come as far as I have now.
Which terrifies me even more. All the choices I made or could have made would’ve led to only two outcomes. I would either remain here or in another facility as their sex puppet or I’d flee and probably die.
I guess I got what I wanted after all. In the end, I realize it’s what I asked for. I should’ve listened when he said there was no escaping this place … and him.
The only way out is death itself.
I should accept my fate with the last shred of dignity I have left, but I can’t fight this dread creeping into my soul. After all that planning, all that work, all that lying, cheating, stealing, and betraying, I ended up alone and trapped in a room as small as a fucking closet. I exchanged my body for a little bit of hope, and what I got was a miserable end to my suffering.
What a horrible way to die.
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