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Title: Vile Boys
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully RH Romance
Release Date: February 1st, 2024
Blurb
They think they’re gods, but I will bring them to their knees.
All I’ve ever known is how to be a good girl.
My father called me his little jewel. I was the promise of a better life for us all.
So I studied hard and treated everyone kindly, just like he’d taught me.
Until I witnessed three vile boys kill.
Ares, Caleb, and Blaine from the Tartarus House. Devilish, hedonistic, ruthless guys determined to break me. They’re self-proclaimed gods of their own purgatory, and they won’t rest until I’ve been silenced.
Their wicked games drive me insane. What they crave is my submission on a silver platter.
And when they threaten my mother’s life, I finally agree to let them own me.
Their filth is overpowering, and my body is corrupted in every way possible.
Debauchery is what they’re good at, burning every inch of my soul until there’s nothing left but hatred for how good they make it feel … hatred for how badly they make me yearn them.
But I will use this hatred against them…
Turn it into a weapon of vengeance…
Make even Gods kneel.
Excerpt
“Are you afraid of death?”
My eyes burst open at the sound of his voice.
It’s him.
My body tightens as his moves closer, my fingers thrumming against the pocket in my dress, where I keep the small knife I’ve always brought everywhere I go ever since that one night.
“You know who I am, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear, breath lingering near my skin, creating goosebumps all over. “Say my name.”
There’s an air of darkness slowly enveloping me.
“Ares.” His name rolls off my tongue like I’m summoning a demon from hell.
“Good girl … So you’ve heard what people say about me.” He grabs a strand of my hair and lifts it up. “And yet you still smiled at me. Why?”
“Why … I smiled?” I’m flabbergasted this is the question he’d ask.
“You’ve seen what I’m capable of. Why aren’t you terrified?”
I suck in a breath through my teeth, staying put, despite his looming presence towering over me. “I don’t break for anyone.”
I’ve been broken far too many times to let anyone shatter me ever again.
His fingers dig deeper into my dress. “We’ll see about that.”
I stick my hand into my pocket and grasp the handle of my knife.
“You can’t kill me in front of all these people,” I mutter, sweat drops trickling down my back.
I can hear him snort away a laugh. “You think I want to kill you?”
“You killed those men,” I whisper back.
It’s out there now.
“I did kill them.”
How he so easily admits to it makes my blood boil.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why?”
I bite my lip, wondering what I should say. Every word feels like a maze, and each answer leads into his carefully laid out trap. “Does it change the outcome?”
There’s a pause. “You have a way with words.”
I grasp the banister of the terrace, ready to kick back. “And you destroy people because of the words they speak.”
“Don’t pretend to know about my business,” he says. “I don’t think you understand what it takes to lead the Tartarus house. But I do.”
A knife suddenly prods into my waist, making my heart jump.
“You know my secret. But I’m not here to kill you, Crystal.”
My jaw drops.
How does he know my name?
“I don’t want you to die. Not this sweet, innocent, soul who smiled so happily at a killer.” He plays with my hair, coiling it around his finger like I’m a shiny, new toy to play with. “No, what I want is something far more sinister.”
I hold my breath to stop his blade from piercing my skin.
“Your fear.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t swallow. Can’t even flinch without feeling the tip of his knife bore into me. But I will never give him the thing he wants most.
His free hand trails a line from my neck all the way down to where my dress covers my breasts, and when he hovers over it, I grasp his hand.
“Oh … so the little innocent girl does have some bite to her,” he murmurs. “Good. A chase isn’t fun without a challenge.”
Excerpt 2
When I look over my shoulder, my breath falters.
There’s two of them now, staring me down from the far end of the main campus grounds, and I can’t help but wonder if they’re smiling behind those damn masks.
I run away as fast as I can in the only direction that’s still safe; the Spine Ridge gardens. My heart’s going a million miles an hour, and it almost feels like they can hear it. Like it fuels their desire to chase me even faster.
Every time I glance over my shoulder, there’s at least one of them right behind me, slowly catching up with me.
Shit.
Rain trickles down across my cheeks and I brush my hair out of my face to see better in the darkness. There has to be somewhere I can go where they can’t find me. But before I know it, I’ve ran all the way to the rose gardens.
My phone buzzes and take a quick glance.
Prick: Tick tock, little rose. What will you do? Run and hide? Or face your demons?
My feet almost tumble over themselves when I spot a guy in a gold demon mask with horns standing mere feet away from me, casually tossing a lighter up and down, the suit he’s wearing completely soaked through.
But none of it seems to matter.
Not when their mission is to destroy me.
I gulp and turn around, but I almost drop my phone when I see the other one standing right there, equal feet away as the other, his hoodie hanging over the mask as he pushes the tip of the knife into his index-finger, looking like he’s wondering what I’ll do. Which arms I’ll run into and meet my inevitable fate.
I shudder in place and look to my right.
The entrance to the maze.
I gulp.
I will most definitely get lost in there, but I have no other choice if I want to have even a shot at escaping their grasp.
So I tuck my phone into my pocket and bolt inside.
I don’t know which way to go, left, right, right, left, two further, another left, then a long way ahead, and another right. I have no clue where I am or if I’m going into the right direction, but as long as it’s far away from them, I’ll be fine.
I run and run through the maze until my feet can barely take it anymore. But their laughter in the background is making all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“We know where you are … We can hear your steps, Crystal.”
Is that … Caleb? It has to be. His voice sounds the same.
“One. Two. Three.”
Another voice I can’t place.
But each time I walk, I hear it.
“Four.” Another step. “Five. One to the right.”
He’s … counting my steps?
They know which direction I’m taking?!
“Go on … keep running away. The more you run, the more excited we get,” Caleb calls, a deep, rumbling laugh following, which makes goosebumps scatter on my skin.
I keep going left and right, trying to maintain a silent pace, while also hurrying up so they don’t catch up.
CRACK!
I spin on my heels to look, but there’s no one there.
Thunder flashes in the background, the sound making my heart beat just as loudly.
I step back, cautious of my surroundings. But when I turn around to look, I’m precisely back in the middle of that little hidden area with the big tree and the bench where I saw Blaine.
But the exit that was once there in the back, is now blocked off with several big wooden beams and a sign that says ‘renovation’.
Oh God.
I’m trapped.
CRACK!
The snapping of twigs makes me spin on my heels again, the cold of the rain settling in my very fucking skin as two masked individuals emerge from the maze. But I don’t know if it’s the rain turning my body cold or their maddening stares through those demonic golden masks.
“Found you.”
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, and her two crazy but cute dogs. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
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