SEIZE
(#2, Delirious)
by Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: December 30, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
True
darkness has only just begun …
She
thought she could run, but there´s nowhere to hide. My bad side is coming out
to claim what belongs to me. This hunter has found his prey, and he’s hungry
for more. She’s mine now, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep her to
myself.
You
think I’m the monster?
Think
again.
When
the choices you make decide your fate, the line between good and evil blurs. In
order to live, I do what must be done. Freedom is the price she pays for her
safety.
She
wants the truth? I’ll give her the truth.
In
order to play this game, sacrifices must be made.
I
will start with her.
This
is Volume 2 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.
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Chapter
1
Big River Management Area. Greenwich, Rhode Island – June 2nd,
2013, night
Lillith
“Sebastian,
behind you!”
The shot
fires the moment that he turns around. My scream isn’t as fast as the bullet
approaching us. A quick shove and Sebastian has me tumbling to the ground. He
grunts and roars as the bullet tears through his shoulder. He slumps, reaching
for the wound.
That bullet
was aimed at me, not him. He saved me from being killed by taking the bullet
himself.
Still, his
eyes are on me, focusing solely on me. “Run. Now.”
I scramble
to my feet, grasping the opportunity to flee. Without looking back, I make a
run for it. I don’t know where I’m going or what is happening, but I know that
I have to get out of here. Some part of me is worried about Sebastian and
another part wants him to be killed. I don’t know which side to pick.
It’s then
that I hear them yell at each other.
“What the
fuck, Lewis!” It’s Sebastian.
“Sorry, but
you moved! I was aiming for her.”
“Fuck you!
You fucking shot me! And now she ran again!” Sebastian yells. “Goddammit, I had
her.”
“Well, you
should’ve taken her when you had the chance.”
“I told you
that I could handle this.
Now let me do it before I shoot a fucking bullet at you, too.”
“Fine, but
if she gets away, you know it’s your head that’s on the line, not mine.”
Their voices
grow fainter and fainter, and I can’t help but notice how Sebastian weaves his
way out of this like nothing happened. He wanted me to run, and yet he tells Lewis a
very different story. Something’s not adding up.
My breathing
is loud and rampant and my legs are shaking, but I keep on running. After a
while, I sink to my knees, unable to suck in another breath. It takes me a
while to breathe. When I stand up and try to walk again, I’m tackled to the
ground.
I squeal,
fighting my attacker.
“Shhh!”
“Get off
me!”
I wriggle
until I’m facing him. Only then do I notice that it’s Sebastian.
I try to
slap him. “Asshole!”
I only get
one hit in before he grabs both of my wrists and pins them down on my chest.
“Stop. Listen to me.”
“No! First,
you shoot at me. Then he shoots at us, and then I hear you yell at each other
that you’re both hunting me? I’m not going to spend any second longer with
you!” I push him away. Surprisingly, he flinches and backs off. That was too
easy.
He frowns,
grinding his teeth. “Don’t fucking run from me. Run away from them, but not from me. Not anymore.” He grabs his
gun from the ground and points it at me.
“How can I
trust that you won’t just use me and then kill me somewhere in the woods
anyway? Somewhere no one can find my body?”
“Because I
fucking need you,” he snaps. “And yes, I will kill you if you don’t come with me. I
will not let anyone else have you. Ever.”
I swallow as
he gets off me. He helps me up from the ground, too, even though he’s making a
face while doing it. The muscles in his arm are weakened. Red stains darken his
coat. He watches me with raised gun, pinpointing my next movement, which I
don’t even know. All I hear are his shallow breaths and groans.
“You’re
hurt.”
“Doesn’t
matter.”
“Yes, it
does.”
“Not now,”
he growls. “We have to get out of here.”
“Right.”
I turn
around, trying to walk away, but he grabs my arms and holds me down again.
“I didn’t
say you could go without me.” He pushes the barrel of the gun into my back.
“But why?
Why do you care? You’re one of them!”
“Not by
choice.”
“So, you’re
not out to kill me?”
“No.”
“But you are
one of them. So then, you call them and tell them to stop.”
“No, I
can’t, and it won’t help one bit. Once they have something in their minds, they
have to do it. It’s in their nature.”
I groan and
sigh. “What do they want with me then?”
“Either they
kill you or they take you with them. You jumped from the train when I told you
not to. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”
“They’re
coming after me? For running away from you?”
“Exactly,
and neither of us wants you in their claws,” he says. “Now, are you going to
come with me quietly, without a fight, or do I have to shoot you in the leg and
carry you over my shoulder? Because, by God, I will do it if it means that you’ll come
easily.” He takes the barrel away from my back as I let out a big breath.
I nod.
“Good.”
He hauls me
with him, and I almost tumble over from the ferocity in his stride.
“Jesus, I
can’t believe you’d go that far to keep me away from them.”
“If there’s
a problem, I solve it. You were the problem, and I solved it.”
“With a gun?
Are you insane? You could’ve called after me instead of shooting.”
“And you
would not have believed me if I had told you the truth. Trust me, I’ve tried
before.”
He’s not
tried it with me, so I’d rather not think about what it means instead. I can’t
even fathom the fact that he was helping them do this to us, let alone doing it
to other women.
“I’d rather
hurt you myself than let them do it. They’d hurt you in ways that you can’t
imagine, and I will not let them touch my property.”
“I am not your property!” I tear myself away
from his grasp.
“You were
mine the moment that you stepped into my building. Now, come with me. Unless
you want to die.”
I stare him
down, contemplating if I could ever trust him again. I should’ve never trusted
him in the first place, so why should I now? How do I know what’s the right
choice?
“Sebastian!”
My eyes grow
wide at the sound of a shrill and harsh voice calling out Sebastian’s name.
Sebastian halts, his eyes skimming the forest like a hunter on the lookout for
potential game.
“Who was
that?” I whisper, following his gaze. “Is that the same guy from before? I
recognized him.”
“Lewis. One
of them.” He directs his attention back at me and holds out his hand. “Come
here. Now.”
The way he
talks to me, like I’m some sort of pet that he’s commanding, makes me seethe,
but I hold my tongue and grab his hand. Right now, getting out of here alive is
more important than prying information out of him, but I will definitely come
back to this topic. I’m not done with him. Far from it. He has a lot of
explaining to do, and I won’t stop asking questions until I find out the truth.
I struggle
to keep up with his pace as he drags me along. We push our way through the
dense forest, avoiding stumps and small rocks whenever possible but inevitable
scrapes and cuts happen. Short bursts of pain to my legs and feet from running
make me cringe, but I try to ignore them. Only the moon lights our path, but
Sebastian seems to have adjusted quite well. His movements are hasty, without
error, and I find myself questioning whether he’s done this —whether he’s
hunted girls in the dark before.
However, now
is not the time to think about things like that.
After what
seems like an hour, we finally reach the road, but it’s midnight and there’s
not a soul in sight. It’s then that Sebastian releases my hand and lowers his
gun. “Stay here.” He fishes his cell phone out of his pocket. “Don’t move.”
I nod,
wrapping my arms around my cold body. Shivering, I gaze at the trees behind us,
expecting someone to appear at any moment.
“We’re
here,” Sebastian grumbles into his phone, and then he checks a peculiar device
that hangs from his neck, which I didn’t notice before. “Division road. The
coordinates are 41.64 latitude and -71.59 longitude.” He puts his phone back
into his pocket then sets his scorching gaze back on me. With a grunt, he grabs
my hand and starts walking.
“Where are
we going?”
He doesn’t
answer as we keep walking down the road. Out of nowhere, a car seems to be
racing toward us. For a second, I believe it’s coming straight at us for a hit
and run, but then it stops and the car door opens.
“Get in,”
Sebastian says as he hauls me to the door.
I step into
the car as Sebastian walks to the other side and slides in. “Thanks, you’re a
lifesaver.”
“Anything
for you, Sir,” the man behind the wheel says.
“Let’s get
out of here,” Sebastian urges. The driver nods and closes the blinds between
us.
Suddenly,
I’m aware of the fact that I’m alone in the backseat with the man who just
tried to shoot me. I swallow away the nerves as he sets his gaze on me. The air
between us grows thicker as the seconds tick by. I try to ignore it, but once
he slips closer to me, it’s useless.
“Tell me
where you’re taking me,” I demand, pressing my hands down on my lap as if it
would keep him at bay.
I feel
vulnerable, threatened, and stripped of everything that makes me human. Freedom
has been taken away from me, but by God, I will fight to regain it. At the
bottom of the well, there is only one way to go up, and that is by clawing your
way out. I’ll do whatever is necessary to get back to my own life and help
Ashley.
Anxiety
storms through my head, causing irrational thoughts to take the upper hand. The
urge to flee becomes too great. I move my hand to the door and start pulling on
the handle. It won’t open, so I slam the window. “Let me out.”
“Calm down,”
Sebastian says, placing his hand on my leg.
I swat him
away. “Don’t touch me.”
He winces
from the way I say it. No wonder. I feel grossed out and dirty that he touches
me the way he does. As if he’s some sort of disease. It does feel like I’m
surrounded by death.
“Stop,” he
says calmly. “It won’t help you.”
“Just let me
go then.”
“I can’t do
that and you know why.”
“I can take
care of myself just fine. I have two legs, a healthy set of lungs, and I can
run like hell, so I’ll get myself to safety just fine.”
“No, you
won’t.”
His fingers
return to my leg and dig in, squeezing me. “Your legs are strong, perfect for
fleeing, but they’re still no match for men with rifles who know how to shoot
from a distance. You’d be easy prey. The only one who’s ever allowed to hunt
you down is me.”
His touch
becomes lighter again, softer, as he starts rubbing my leg, warming it up and
creeping me out at the same time. It feels like he’s petting me.
“I want you
to be safe,” he says, “to be okay. That was always my plan.”
I turn my
head toward the window and look outside. Now that I know the full truth, it’s
like I have even less of a chance to get my freedom back. I can’t give up. I
just can’t.
So I force
myself to continue ravaging this car, kicking and shoving, pulling out
everything I have, just to make a point. I will not fucking give up on my life
or on Ashley. The strong Lillith is back in full glory and I’ll be damned if I
lose that part of myself again.
“You had to
go and resist …” Sebastian grumbles, and then he grabs me by the waist and
pulls me toward him. Something sharp is pointed at my neck. His knife.
“I told you
what would happen if you kept on fighting me,” he whispers in my ear. The blade
is painfully sharp, and I can feel it cut into my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Stop!”
“No, not
until you stop fighting and let it go.”
“I won’t.”
“Then I
don’t have any other choice.”
With the
knife, he creates a line down the base of my neck and onto my shoulder. I yelp
from the sharp pain, but gasp when I feel his hot mouth press down on my skin.
He sucks, his tongue dipping out to lick me. He hums against my neck, holding
the knife close to my vein as he kisses the blood off my skin.
“Hmm…” He
groans in such a dirty way, it sounds as if he’s going to come. “Delicious.”
A red mark
is left on my skin as he retreats.
Licking his
lips, he says, “As expected.”
“You’re
disgusting …” I murmur.
“Disgustingly
aroused,” he says, biting his lip. “I want another taste.”
He dives in
again, but I manage to push him away. “No!”
“Yes …” He
keeps coming, biting my shoulder, and I squeal.
“Please!”
“What?” He
kisses my skin and then bites me again.
“Please …
stop,” I say, blinking away the impending tears.
“Oh, but
that’s impossible now that I’ve tasted your blood. You are so deliciously
riveting … I’ll never have enough.”
I’m so sick
to my stomach that I could throw up. Although I’m not sure whether that’s
because of him or because of the fact that I just faced death.
“Please … I
don’t want this,” I say, feeling humiliated for having to beg him again, but I want
this to stop. I need this to stop.
“But I do …
and that is where I hold the power and you don’t,” he says, twisting the blade
in his hand.
“Just stop …
let me be … for just a few minutes,” I plead. “Just let me sit here in peace.”
“And you
will stop fighting? Stop trying to trash my car?” His tongue darts out again to
lick my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
“Yes.” I
sigh, moving as close to the window as I can manage, far away from him.
“Good.”
Suddenly he
slides away again, back to his own seat. Fazed, I turn my head and gaze at him,
then at the wound on my shoulder, which is still oozing blood. He just bit me
and now he’s suddenly done? This was all a trick to get me to be quiet.
“Now we’re
both bleeding,” he muses.
From his
corner, he smiles at me. He brings his finger to his face and swipes up a drop
of blood left on his chin, brings it to his parted lips, and licks up my blood
from his finger like it’s a lollipop and he’s savoring the taste.
I cringe a
little.
“Now be a
good fairy and sit still.”
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