Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: December 4, 2017
People say I’m ferocious. Wild. Dangerous.
They’re right. That’s why I live on an island alone.
The jungle is my home. My personal prison.
Until she arrived.
The moment her helicopter crashed on my land, everything changed.
She’s the only survivor … And I’m keeping her locked up in a pit.
It’s been too long since I last touched a woman, especially one so beautiful.
It makes me hunger for her.
I want her … So I’ll keep her …
And I’ll make her mine.
“What? Now?” I say, looking down at myself. I’m still dressed. “My clothes. I don’t want them to get wet.”
He shrugs. “Then take them off.”
My lips part, but I have no idea how to respond.
All I can do is stare in amazement.
Did he actually just tell me to take off my clothes?
“What?” I repeat, for clarification.
“Take ‘em off.”
He’s serious. He’s dead serious, and that stern stare almost makes me want to do it.
But no, my morals have to get in the way again.
“No,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m not going nude …”
He frowns and shrugs again. “Suit yourself.”
He seems genuinely disappointed as he turns back around again. Like he’s upset that I won’t try his make-shift shower, even though I do. I just can’t … not when he’s watching.
“I’ll do it,” I say.
He stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder, waiting for more.
“But you can’t watch,” I add.
His shoulders rise and fall and he gives me a quick nod. “I’ll be down there.” He points at the small lake. “If you need me.”
Wait, do I need him? No. Maybe.
Fuck. I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore.
I take a peek at the shower, but my eyes still revert back to him. And they stay there … glued … because he’s untying the wire around his waist.
And the banana leaves drop to the ground.
My eyes widen.
Butt-naked and in full glory.
Cheeks squeezed together, thighs muscular and thick.
And an enormous dick dangling between his legs.
I struggle to keep my tongue inside … struggle to even breathe properly.
Until he glances my way, of course.
In shock, I quickly dive behind the wood and grasp my heart. Like that will help me from getting a heart attack after being caught staring at a naked man.
And what a man he is … Wow. I still can’t get that image out of my mind, and I don’t even wanna try. All I can do is grin as I start undressing myself, wishing I wasn’t so easily persuaded to ogle a man because of his dick.
But Jesus Christ … that dick.