Book InfoSold by Clarissa Wild
Series: Dellucci Mafia Duet #1
Genres: Dark Romance, New Adult Romance
Purchase at: Amazon | Amazon CA | Amazon UK | Amazon AU
Sold to the mob boss, now she becomes his prey.
I am Marcello Dellucci, new don of the Dellucci Mafia.
And my devilish reign over the city has only just begun.
But when a beautiful girl steps onto the auction stage I forget everything I'm supposed to be.
I want to claim her, no matter the cost.
So I buy her body and take everything she has to give.
Now she’s my pet, my Kitten… My Harper.
And I'm not ever letting her go.
She’s more precious than even she knows.
And our dark pasts are more connected than either of us realize.
I will ruin anyone who dares to take her from me.
Nothing will stand in between us.
Not even her.
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Sold by Clarissa Wild – Excerpts
In a flash, he spins me around and shoves me against the wall. His hand slithers around my throat. “Such a pretty girl with such a feisty personality. What should I do with you, hmm? Give you pain? Fuck your every orifice? Make you come and scream my name?” He smiles against my ear. “Maybe I’ll do all of that.”
His hand dives down along the crevice between my breasts, taking ample time to shower them with attention until my nipples are as hard as rocks again. I struggle to keep breathing, not to let him see any of my excitement … especially when his hand slides down between my thighs.
My legs fail to stay clenched together as his fingers dive between my slit. He nudges my thighs apart, forcing me to accept him as he circles around my clit. He presses a kiss onto my skin near my neck, right there on that sensitive spot, and it makes me quiver with need.
Oh, I hate it. I hate it so fucking much, but I can’t stop it.
Because a part of me loves it, too.
And he won’t stop either as he slithers down farther. He knows exactly what to do, how to tease me, how to tempt me, how to make me want to moan.
But I refuse to give him that pleasure.
Until he goes inside, one finger, then two, thrusting into me with every bit of his power. He wants me to know he’s in control… and that I have no choice.
I can’t fight back. Even if I wanted to, I’m left powerless by the sheer ecstasy of my throbbing clit and pussy.
“This … this is what you need,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice low and deadly. “For a man to claim what belongs to him. Me. You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten. I know you want this … you’ve wanted it ever since our eyes locked in that club.”
My eyes widen, but I can’t respond because he’s covered my mouth with his other hand.
“You don’t have to say it,” he says. “I recognize a woman’s longing from a mile away. I can sense it. Smell it.” He buries his nose in my hair and inhales a deep breath. “Taste it.”
As suddenly as he entered, he pulls out of me, and I’m left with a desperation I can’t describe. He brings his hand to his nose and inhales my scent on his fingers. Holy shit. I don’t know whether I’m horrified or even more turned on.
“Heat,” he says, a devious smile accompanying the words. His tongue dips out, and he licks the wetness off like it’s a treat.
I want to slap him so hard right now, but I don’t. Fighting back got a knife to my throat a few minutes ago, so I need to find another approach. If I’m going to survive … I have to play his game.
Still, I can’t help but pull his other hand from my mouth, and then I grind out between clenched teeth, “I hate you.”
Marcello tilts his head. “We’ll see about that.”
His fingers wrap around my throat, pushing me against the wall until my lungs release all the air they kept inside. His cock pushes right up against me as though he wants me to know how much this excites him.
His other hand dives right back into my bikini bottoms again. This time, he’s all in, completely overwhelming me with his swiveling and circling fingers until I’m a hotheaded mess of complicated emotions and needs.
All I want is to yell and come as my body aches for release.
The two are intertwined like devils dancing on my shoulders as I fight for a breath, fight to stop this inevitable plunge into the depths of darkness.
But I can’t, no matter how hard I try.
He’s got me under his spell.
“Yes, that’s it, kitten. Let go. Come for me,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss on my neck that undoes me. “Let me feel you come on my hand.”
He plunges two fingers into me once again and reaches for the spot, the one he already knows how to find so well. And within seconds, I explode with delicious orgasmic ripples flowing through my weakened body.
A treacherous moan slips over my parted lips.
One moan slipping out is all it takes to make his cock jerk against my bikini.
But I felt it. I felt it … and god help me… I liked it.
He grunts like an animal as his fingers slip out of me, and he turns me around, forcing me to my knees. Within seconds, he’s unbuckled his belt, ripped down his zipper, and pulled his dick out. The sheer size of it makes me swallow and focus on it, despite knowing full well he’s a fucking monster and that I shouldn’t want any of this.
But I do. Deep down in the darkest parts of me I wasn’t aware existed until now, I want every inch of him.
He jerks himself off right in front of me in one, two, three strokes. He groans out loud, and a warm jet of seed squirts onto my breasts, covering me in it. Nothing is left spared as it drips down onto my bikini and thighs. There are even a few drops on my lips.
Violent breaths emanate from his muscled chest. His broad shoulders rise and fall, and at that moment, all I can think of is that this man is a beast … one I cannot possibly hope to tame.
The next moment, he shoves his dick back into his pants and zips up as though nothing happened. Then he grabs my face, brushing his thumb across my lips to wipe up that cum only to push it into my mouth.
“Good, kitten …” he murmurs.
I make a promise to myself, right then and there. I’ll make him regret ever giving me that nickname.
“Come here,” he commands.
I do what he asks, stepping forward until he holds up his hand.
I’m right in front of him now, and he’s still sitting there like a greedy bastard, taking me in like I’m fine wine or something, and fuck me, it’s making me blush even harder.
Why does Marcello have this effect on me?
He fucked me like I was some kind of sex doll, and I still fawn over him like he’s the only lover I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve ever had this kind of explosive sex before.
His hand reaches for my hip, and he pulls me even closer. “You know … I’ve thought about my behavior these past couple of days, and I realize I’ve been pushing you too much into a corner,” he says, sliding my nightgown up until the pink, completely see-through panties he put in my wardrobe on purpose are exposed. “I fucked you like an animal without thinking of your needs. I was blinded by my desire to own you. But I know you’re more precious than that, kitten.”
He raises the fabric like a shroud until my belly button is exposed too, and then he leans forward and places a kiss just below it, right on my pelvic bone. It’s such a gentle, sweet, succulent kiss I almost melt away into a puddle.
“But you’ve misbehaved quite a lot as well,” he groans as he pulls back and looks up at me with darkened, hooded eyes. “And as my pet, you have to learn your place.”
I suck in a breath as he gets up from the couch, towering over me like some kind of beast. He pulls the straps of my nightgown down my shoulder until they fall and the delicate fabric pools at my feet. He caresses my naked breasts with the palms of his hands until both my nipples are peaked, and he can rub them between his fingers. My lips part to make an o-shape as I struggle to keep in the moan of delight.
I can’t give him that. I can’t give him my pleasure, too.
But he makes it so fucking hard.
He twists my nipples and tugs at them, and right then, when a moan tumbles over my lips, he covers my mouth with his, drinking the sound of my pleasure.
My eyes flash open as he kisses me softly, tender at first, as though he’s trying to find out whether I like it or hate it. I don’t know the answer as I’m overcome by the sheer shock of this mobster boss kissing me as if I actually mean something to him. But within seconds, he kisses me more greedily, hungrily, as though he can’t get enough.
It feels so fucking good my resolve is on the verge of failing me. I could sink into this kiss… let him have his way with me… admit how badly I want it, too…
But I can’t let him overtake me. I can’t let him win.
So I bite his lip.
He instantly jerks back, blood seeping from the wound he touches with his thumb. The devious look on his face doesn’t falter as he wipes off the blood and sucks it off his thumb.
“Don’t be so catty, kitten,” he murmurs. “We’re only getting started.”
He grabs my throat and squeezes, not hard but not gently either. I don’t grasp at his fingers. I stay put, defiant as always. He smiles. Then his other hand grazes my pussy, playing with the fabric of the panties until wetness seeps through.
“See? You like it,” he says, a smirk appearing on his face.
I can’t help but shriek as he rips the panties off my body.
Then he sits down and pulls me over his lap. I don’t know how it happens, it’s all going so fast, but one moment, I was still standing, and the next, he has his hand all over my bare ass.
I moan out loud.
“That’s for thinking of killing me at the gym.”
Did he see me pocket the broken piece of mirror?
Another smack follows on the other cheek. It burns.
“That’s for trying to steal documents that don’t belong to you.”
He spanks me again on both cheeks until they’re red, and I moan out loud.
“And that’s for spitting in my face and biting me.”
One more on both, and I’m panting and clenching my legs at the same time. Each smack reverberates into my pussy, causing deliciously sweet ripples of ecstasy I can’t control.
“And that’s because I like it,” he groans, and with the palm of his hand, he massages the spots he just hit. “You’ve been a naughty kitten. Tempting me. Persuading me to come to your room.”
“I didn’t do anything—”
Another spanking has me swallowing my words.
“If you want something, you’ve got to work for it. Now work for it, kitten. Show me how badly you want my cock … and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
He slams his hand into the pillar behind me so hard I jolt up and down. “I despise liars,” he growls.
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” I spit out before I realize it.
His jaw tightens. “I don’t want you to tell me anything,” He shakes his head and looks away. “I want you to show me what you really think.”
“About what?” I ask.
He looks up, his eyes dark and emblazoned. “About me.”
I gasp, flabbergasted he would ask me that or even remotely be interested in that. “I don’t know. I thought it was moving, the way you talked to your mother. She is your mother, right?”
“Yes, she is, but that’s not what I asked,” he says, groaning to himself as though it strains him just to hear my answer.
My words are interrupted by a greedy, seductive kiss, one that manages to take my breath away. He tastes of expensive whiskey and smells like a midnight tropical rainforest, and I want nothing more than to dive in deep until I go under.
But that isn’t good for me, and I fucking know it, so why can’t I push him away?
The moment his lips touch mine, my body freezes to the floor, and my mouth is unable to do anything but accept him. And even as his tongue pushes inside and roams around, desperate to find mine, I still don’t pull away.
I feel so dirty, so lusty for him when I shouldn’t be.
Ever since that last kiss, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. And now he’s doing it again, making my heart beat faster and faster until I can no longer contain myself, and I moan against his mouth.
He briefly pulls back and stares at me, his eyes flashing down toward my swollen, pink lips, the look in his eyes carnal and animalistic.
Right then, he grabs me by the waist and spins me around. I squeal as he shoves his hands up my shirt and cups my breasts, squeezing hard while pushing himself against me. His cock hardens against his pants, leaving me panting with need against the pillar. With one hand, he pinches my nipple while the other dives into my pants. It goes straight into my panties where he rubs my clit as if the world is going to crumble if he doesn’t do this now.
His lips are against my ear. “You shouldn’t have come downstairs,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe to suck on it. “I cannot control myself around you.”
His dick grinds against my ass as he pushes up against me, his fingers diving deep inside my pussy. It feels so good that I don’t want him to stop. A moan slips from my mouth, but it only seems to turn him on more. The more he takes, the more I’m willing to give, and I don’t know why I’ve become so complacent. So easy.
“I know you want it too,” he groans against my ear, still fondling me to the point that I’m about to erupt into a delicious orgasm. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Marcello …” I murmur, unable to stay in control.
A grunt leaves his mouth, and within a second, he’s torn down my pants and panties, as well as his own. His cock bounces against my ass before he pushes it against my entrance.
“You came to me all hot and bothered, looking to start something,” he growls, “So now I’m here to come and take what I desire. You.”
The mere sight of him in a black suit with a pink shirt unbuttoned at the top captures my breath. A small tattoo of an angel’s wings on his chest is barely visible, but I can see it, and I can’t stop looking, no matter how hard I try. Something about it speaks to me.
And there’s something else, too—something in his eyes, a particular shimmer of excitement like that of a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He’s looking at me in such a possessive way that I take another step back. And another one. He follows after me until he’s inside the room, and the door shuts behind him. I bump into the bed and barely manage to stay standing.
This isn’t how I thought this would go. I thought Mario would come get me for dinner. That I’d be able to glide down the stairs and show Marcello what kind of woman I really am. Then he’d fall in love within one second of looking at me, drooling with his tongue hanging out, like a dog on a leash I could finally tame.
But this man always manages to curtail my expectations.
“Expecting someone else, kitten?” he muses, cocking his head. He bites his bottom lip, drawing it between his teeth, and for some reason, I can’t stop focusing on it. It’s hot as hell.
“Mario told me he’d come to escort me,” I say, clutching the bedpost as though it’ll give me back my bearings. But merely looking at this man makes me feel dizzy, the same kind of drunk ecstasy I felt back in that bunker when he fingered me to an orgasm.
And it makes my body tingle with need.
“It gives me great satisfaction …” He eyes me up and down, taking in my dress in one fell swoop like I’m a well-dressed doll he’s admiring. “To see the look on your face when I surprise you.”
How am I supposed to make him fall for me if he continues to throw curveballs like that? If I can’t keep my own damn body’s response under control?
I close my eyes and force myself to remember.
He’s the bad guy, Harper. He may have killed your parents.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My eyes pop open as if awoken by his command.
Why? Why does my body respond so eagerly to every word he says?
He moves toward me, and I swallow down the nerves as his hand reaches up to touch my face. With his coarse knuckles, he caresses my cheek so softly it makes me gasp for air.
How can a man with his stature, his background, be involved in so much violence and stay gentle at the same time?
He reaches for my neck right underneath my hairline and pulls me closer until I’m right in his arms. His other hand snakes around my waist, locking me between him and the bed.
“You look stunning,” he murmurs after a pause to quickly glance over my dress again. “Did you pick this dress with me in mind? Did you want to impress me, kitten?”
“So what if I did?” I mouth back as he tilts my head back, exposing my bare neck, almost as if he’s going to bite me.
Instead, he leans in and whispers, “Don’t play coy with me. You wanted me to see you. You want me to lust after you.”
The way he says those luscious words, whispering them into my ear, makes my pussy clench like I happily made a deal with the devil. His hand trails from my neckline down my chest, carefully slipping down the crevice between my breasts before sliding down my dress … right between my legs.
I suck my bottom lip, and his hold on my waist tightens in response.
“Tell me you hate me. Say it out loud because your eyes and your body will betray you.” His fingers rub my pussy right through the fabric in such a delicious way I’m overcome by the very lust I meant to instill in him. And it infuriates me. I hate the way he makes me feel so powerless, so … aroused.
“You want this. Admit it,” he groans, pushing his hard-on against my thigh. “You like my touch.”
His hands slither underneath my dress, pulling it up so he can find his way to my panties, so he can slide them aside and play with my bare pussy. The look on his face is devious, dirty. As though he knows he’s in control, and he’s enjoying every second of it.
He leans in closer until his breath skims over my sensitive skin. His lips hover over mine, my breath faltering as he inches closer. The heat is electrifying, and there’s an undeniable magnetic pull between us.
Right now, I want nothing more than for him to kiss me.
And I hate myself for it.
The sound of his zipper coming down forces me to finally come to my senses. He’s manipulating my thoughts, my emotions, my body, and I can’t let him.
He bought me like some animal. He’s a monster.
In a moment of clarity, I bring my hand up and slap him. Hard.
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