Excerpt From FIERCE, Clarissa Wild Release Day Tomorrow

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“Hmm … no, I know what you want. You want to be the first to tame me. And you want me to ravage you.”

He squints, flashing a grin that’s making me flush so badly.

My folds are getting wet, I can feel it. I can’t help myself, even though I feel so fucking bad for feeling like this right now. He just does that to me.

But all he wants is to incite me to get angry.

“You’re just making a joke out of this.”

“Why would I?” His eyes are half-mast now.

“Because I told you I never really had a boyfriend before, and you think that’s funny.”

He closes his eyes, cocks his head and laughs loudly. I just stare at him, fazed.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” he says after a while.

“What?”

“I’ve tried to keep you away from me. To show you that I’m a bastard. To make you see that I’m fucking messed up. And you still want me.”

I suck in my lip as he says those last words.

“Who said I want you? You keep putting those words into my mouth. I never said anything like that.”

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a guttural groan instead. The sound turns on every part of my body. It’s hard to ignore my pulsing nub, and the overwhelming need to let him be the first to take me.

My body is telling me to jump his bones, while my brain is telling me to run as fast as I can. I don’t know what I really want anymore.

“And don’t say those things about yourself.”

He shakes his head. “But you can?”

“Yes, well―”

“Oh, just shut up already.”

Suddenly he inches closer and presses his lips firmly down onto mine.

My eyes are wide open. Hunter’s lips are crushing mine. He’s kissing me.

Am I dreaming?

His hot mouth covers mine and ravishes me. Alternating soft kisses with harsh ones, he’s driving me insane.

My eyes close as he keeps kissing me.

He’s so fucking good at this, I swear I’m going to faint. I’ve never been kissed like this before. He’s like a predator, a prowling animal, and I’m the feast he’s indulging himself with.

His long, lavish licks turn me on so much that I moan in his mouth. He responds with a groan, sending shocks through my entire body.

We’re kissing in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, both wet and wild, and it’s amazing.

Soon his hands find their way to the small of my back where he digs his fingers into my skin. His kisses are sexy and sensual, and everything I imagined them being. Licking my lips in between his kisses, he forces my mouth to part and dips his tongue inside. He explores my mouth, and lets his hands reign freely over my back. Everywhere he goes, goose bumps pop up, and my body trembles from his touch.

Hunter steps closer and puts his hands on my waist. He lifts me up and sets me down on the hood of the car with no problem, continuing his wolfish raid on me. My thighs go watery as his legs part mine. He nudges me open, getting closer and closer as if he wants to claim my body right here, right now.

With his full, beautiful mouth on mine, I give up the fight. He’s tempted me, chased me, persuaded me, and now I’m his.

His scorching kisses feel so hungry, so full of desire, I can’t help but get completely wound up.

He moans one last time before retreating and gazing right at me. I don’t want him to stop. The sensual look in his eyes seeps into every one of my pores, awakening my blooming sexuality.

“You’re not fighting me anymore …” I don’t know if that’s a question or a statement. His husky voice turns me upside down and makes me feel so aroused.

“I told you I give girls what they want.” The smug smile on his face is both annoyingly sexy as it is fucking vexing. “I knew I’d get you eventually.”

Excerpt From Fierce by Clarissa Wild, Release Day Tomorrow

Suddenly, a shadow is cast over the pages of my novel. The sun is blocked by something … or someone.

As I peer up with furrowed brows, I see it’s Hunter, and my annoyed look turns into a cheerful smile.

My eyes light up the moment I see him. He’s towering above me, wearing ragged pants and a flimsy tank top, which barely covers his broad chest. I gulp at the sight, especially because his black jacket makes him look so tough.

He’s like a motorcycle rider, only he isn’t. He just looks like one.

Hunter goes to his knees and snatches away my book.

“Hey!” I snap. “I was reading that.”

“Yeah, ‘was.’ And now you’re not.” He holds out his other hand. “Get up.”

I grab his hand, and the moment my fingers touch his it sends electrical shocks through my entire body. He’s so strong, he can lift me in one go without my help. My boobs bounce from the way he jerks me up, and I see his eyes flick to them for only a fraction of a second.

I gulp, and a flush spreads across my face as I pull my shirt up higher.

“What’s this for?” I say.

“Time for some training.” He leans forward, grabs the blanket, and folds it up.

“What, now?”

“Yes, now. My classes are finished, and by the looks of it so are yours. We don’t have much time, so let’s make the best use of it.”

“B-but I have to study and―”

“But, but, but,” he mocks, making a pouty face. “If you wanna learn how to defend yourself, you gotta put in the effort.”

I frown. “I was busy. You think I’m just going to adjust to your schedule?”

“You can read a book anytime you want. I can’t do this with you anytime I want. If I could, I would, trust me,” he grunts with a thick voice that makes me shiver.

My pupils dilate when he says that, and my core heats up. Damn, why does he always do those things? And why do I find it so goddamn attractive?

He steps back a little, putting on a cocky smile as he throws my … his book in the grass. Then he throws the blanket on top of it. Grinning, he takes off his jacket. The lines of his muscles show clearly through the thin fabric of his tank top, and my heart is already beating in my throat just seeing it. His biceps bulge and for a second I think he’s flexing them.

“C’mon,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “I’m ready for you.”

One of my eyebrows lifts up. “What? In these clothes? I’m not dressed for sparring.”

He snorts. “You won’t be dressed for it when they attack you again either. Now c’mon.” He signals to me with his fingers, lifting his eyebrow only a little to taunt me.

I take a deep breath and place my hands on my waist. He’s gawking at me from a distance, bending through his knees like a professional wrestler. If the look on his face wasn’t so goddamn sexy, I would’ve shaken my head and walked away, but I can’t.

For some reason I’d love nothing more than to tussle with him.

“Well? Are you going to come at me or what?” he says.

Swallowing, I fling my arms and legs to shake some life into them after sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and a good look at him. His tan muscles are already primed, ready to go. He looks like a football player waiting for the ball to be thrown into his hands so he can race off.

“Don’t make me wait … I hate it when girls make me wait.”

I chuckle. “Oh, really? What then? Are you going to kick a wall again or something?”

He muffles a low laugh. “I’ll come after you myself if I have to. And things get rough with me pretty fast.”

There’s some sexual innuendo in there, I’m sure of it. The way he groans makes me want to bite my lip. God, he’s so hot.

Goddammit, I have to stop thinking like that.

No way a guy like him would ever fall for a nerd. He could pick any girl he wants. Who’d want to pick me?

Clearing my throat, I say, “Okay. Here I come.”

After taking a quick breath I bolt toward him. I put all my strength into it, but he still manages to stay upright as I crash into him. He’s like a rock in the ocean, forever unbreakable, and I’m the fish slapping up against it.

I try to tackle him, but instead I’m the one falling on my ass.

“Ouch!”

He laughs, so loud it makes me feel embarrassed. Everyone can hear him.

“Why are you announcing you’re going to attack? That’s like playing right into my hands,” he says, and he holds out his hand.

I grapple him and try to pull him down, but he remains as balanced as ever. Shaking the finger on his free hand, he says, “You think it’s that easy to bring me down?”

“I’ll make it happen. Eventually.”

He chuckles. “I like your spunk.” He takes a few steps back. “Try again.”

I clean the dirt from my legs and bite on my cheek while thinking about a tactic. If I could only get him to move, then I could take him down. I thought he was going to teach me something, but instead I’m charging into him. Not my idea of learning self-defense.

“C’mon. I can take you, Leafy,” he says, biting his lip.

That name he has for me … God, I hate it. Why can’t he just call me by my real name?

I’ve had enough of his provocations. Maybe I’ll just kick him in the balls instead. That’ll show him not to mess with me.

I know it’s below the belt. Literally. But at least I can try to win this way.

God, I’ve changed, too.

I charge forward without warning this time. As I lift my knee he deflects my leg by pushing it down with his free hand. With the other, he grabs my lower arm.

“You’re getting dirty.” He squeezes my wrist, hard, and makes it impossible for me to escape. “I like it,” he murmurs.

With clenched teeth I fight to get loose, but he won’t release me.

“Put a little effort into it,” he says. “Nobody’s going to be nice for you. I’m not either.”

I slam his arm with my free hand, but he still won’t let me go. It’s like he doesn’t feel anything. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Damn, is he some kind of brick wall?

He chuckles. “C’mon, hit me.” At first it sounds like he’s pushing me, but after a while it becomes plain mean. “Hit me!”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re a wuss. A boneless nerd. You can’t fend for yourself. Can’t live in the real world. Not even one day.”

“Shut up!” I gather all my strength and punch him so hard in the gut his stomach retracts, and he takes one step back. His grip on my wrist loosens, and I jerk myself free.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say, my eyes welling up with tears again. “You’re being an asshole, and you know it.”

“Damn, that was a good jab,” he grunts.

“Who cares? You’re a bully.”

He laughs and steps forward. When I try to hit him again, he grabs both my wrists and comes to a halt right in my face. “I’m helping you.”

“Helping me? You’re insulting me, belittling me, and making me feel like a pile of crap.”

“And those guys didn’t?”

“What do they have to do with it?” I snap.

I try to jerk my wrists free, but he won’t let me go.

“Anger helps you fight. It fuels you.” His lips quirk up into a devilish smile. “Guess this is your first time finding out about the power of rage.”

“Whatever.”

“C’mon. You know I didn’t mean any of it. It’s just to get you worked up.”

“Let me go,” I hiss.

“Make me,” he says jokingly.

I’m so pissed, I kick him against the shin so hard I think I’m going to snap bones.

Instead, I break his stance, and he slips. I see him tumble down to the ground, but not before he grabs my leg and pulls me with him.

I squeal as I land right on top of him.

I’m staring into his face, my body resting on his body.

Oh. My. God. I can’t believe this.

I think my heart has stopped beating, because all I hear is his breathing. My body tenses up, feeling his skin against mine. I want nothing more than to press my body closer to his.

His chest moves against mine each time he inhales, and these few seconds feel like an eternity.

His hand lifts. When it reaches the top of my head, I swear I’ll fall to pieces right here, on top of him.

Something tickles, and then he retreats. In his hand is a leaf, which was probably stuck in my hair. He releases it and lets it drift away with the wind. Then he stares at me, his eyes suddenly showing a little hesitance. His lips are parted and perky, and all I want is to press mine against his.

And then smack him again.

He’s breathing against my chin, and I feel my groin heat up. I’m getting all wired up because of him.

Shit.

Excerpt From FIERCE by Clarissa Wild - Released Tomorrow

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We step out of the car. My wobbly legs can barely hold me up, and I struggle to stay on two feet. Hunter comes to my side, and I clear my throat when he throws me a wicked smile. God, I hate him when he does that. It’s like he’s flaunting off his goods in front of my nose, but doesn’t want to give them to me.

Hunter puts his hand on my back. As we walk into the dorm, his hand slips down to my ass. A blush spreads across my cheeks when he squeezes my flesh.

A soft humming sound comes from his mouth, like he’s enjoying the fact that he can touch me like that without repercussions.

The moment I spot my door, I’m devastated. “Wait,” I say, and I turn around toward him. I grab his hand and place it on my waist.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“I want a goodnight kiss,” I say, pursing my lips.

A sexy smile appears on his face. I suck on the bottom part of my lip, and his eyes flick right down to see me do it. Biting his lip in return, he chuckles a little. “You’re seducing me.”

“I just want a kiss. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” I say with one eyebrow raised.

“You’ve really changed,” he says, leaning forward. “I like it.”

His hot mouth crashes into mine, and he starts kissing me fervently. I wrap my arms around his neck as he puts both his hands on my ass. He’s voracious, and pushes himself up against me. A loud thud is audible as we bump into the wall. We’re in the middle of the hallway, making out like crazed teens, and I love it.

We drift to our rooms, stumbling over each other’s feet. I can’t take my mouth off his, he’s that delicious.

But then he does.

My lips feel raw and swollen, and I need his kisses to soothe the pain, but he inches back.

“Don’t stop,” I say, but he grabs my wrists and drapes them off his shoulder.

“You’re tired. I’m tired.” He fakes a yawn.

“No I’m not. You’re just making this up. You don’t want to kiss me.”

I cross my arms below my boobs, making sure they’re nice and perky for him to see. Of course, when his eyes sink to my chest area, I muffle a laugh, feeling victorious.

“Hmm … You don’t even know how much I want to kiss you. I want it so goddamn much, I dream about it. Ever since I met you I’ve been waking up with a huge hard-on.”

I gulp at those words.

“I also know that when I do put my mouth on yours, I can’t stop,” he continues.

“Then don’t,” I say, hooking my fingers in his pants, urging him to come closer.

“No, I’m holding myself back already, don’t make it so hard on me, please,” he mutters.

“I don’t want you to hold back anymore,” I say.

“I told you before, I don’t do sweet sex. You’re a virgin. Sort of,” he grins, probably thinking about our other night together. “I don’t want to mess this up with you.”

“Why are you so afraid?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his lip.

I’ve never been so bold before, but I feel different today. Changed. He’s turned me into a more confident girl. A girl who can handle herself. A girl who goes after what she wants. A woman. Fierce.

He gasps when I kiss his jawline. “God, you’re making this really hard,” he says.

He makes a deep, rumbling sound, alerting all my senses. My hand drifts up his shirt, and I feel my way across his amazingly tight abs that just scream to be touched.

“I don’t think that’s the only thing I’m getting hard,” I whisper close to his ears.

He lets out an exasperated breath. “Fuck. Do you know how hot you sound when you say those dirty things?” he says, chuckling.

“I’ve always wanted you. I’m ready for you,” I say.

My hand searches for the doorknob behind me, and when I find it, I open the door to my room.

Hunter’s everything I dream about. He’s the bad boy that keeps me alert. The guy who awakens my inner desires. The person who makes me overcome my fears and fight. We’re complete opposites, and now I finally understand why they say opposites attract.

I’m not just attracted to him. It’s so much more than that.

I want him to be the one.

“Please …” I murmur close to his ear. “Make me yours.” And then I kiss him one last time on his neck.

“Fuck. That’s it,” Hunter growls. “You asked for it.”

I’m taken by surprise as he grabs my arms and pushes me through the door. He slams it shut behind him, and then smashes his lips onto mine. With his calloused fingers he grabs my face, and his tongue dips out during his fierce kisses. He’s rough, and nibbles on my lip as I desperately try to get closer to him. I want to feel him, to have him, body to body.

He looks at me for just a few seconds with half-mast eyes. “I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Nor your pussy.” He licks his lips when he says those words, and I just want to put my tongue right there.

“I wanted to take it slow, give you time to adjust to me, but now you’ve done it,” he says in between kisses. “I’m gonna take you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name.”

Hunter turns me around, pushes me up against the door, and sinks his mouth to mine. He tastes so delicious, and all I can think of his having his lips all over me. I push my breasts up to his chest, my nipples aching, desperate for his touch, but he’s completely fixated on my lips.

And oh God, the way he kisses me. It’s as if he wants to show me what he can do. Like he’s fucking my mouth.

Frenzied, my fingers latch around his body, trying to fuse with him. Each time Hunter breathes, his hungry eyes open to catch my gaze. My lips feel raw, and they’re buzzing. I love it. He smiles when he sees me wired up because of his rabid kisses.

I reach for the bottom of his shirt and scrunch it up. He raises his arms, letting me jerk it over his head. I still marvel at the sight of his beautiful body, those taut muscles and square pectorals. I love that it’s all mine.