Free Snare (Delirious book 1) by Clarissa Wild Page B

scared now, but I’m not.
    “Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted me to touch you and that was it.”
    I turn around, frowning, a blush growing on my cheeks from what just happened. “Is that what this is all about? Getting rid of me?”
    He smiles so cheekily, so infuriating, that I growl from it.
    “Aww … are you mad now?” He raises an eyebrow. “I gave you what you wanted. You asked me to need you, and I needed your ass to be red. I have what I want now, so we’re done here.”
    “What? You can’t do this!” I say as he turns around.
    “Actually, I can, and I have. And now you know what a prick I am. So let this be the final time we see each other.” He starts walking out of the elevator, leaving me with a gaping mouth.
    “You just groped me in an elevator and now you leave? Just like that?”
    “Just like that,” he calls back as he walks away.
    “What kind of man are you?” I ask, baffled, as he stops in front of the only door on this level. He places his thumb on some kind of machine, and the door opens.
    “Not the man you were hoping for, unfortunately. I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help, Miss Carrigan. Goodbye.”
    I look down at the floor, utterly shaken, and notice the hundred-dollar bill. I pick it up and throw it at him. “You forgot your money, douchebag!”
    “Keep it!” He waves.
    His voice resounds in my ears as he shuts the door behind him, not even once glancing back at me to check if I’m okay.
    Asshole.
    I never, ever , imagined that Sebastian could be such a huge dick, but he was. I wonder why. I still don’t believe him. Nobody in their right mind would touch me like that. Nobody would spank a stranger. Nobody. This has to be a farce. I don’t know why he’s doing this, but I will find out somehow. After all those nights at the hospital, I won’t give up easily. This is not the last time we’ll see each other, that I’m sure of. I’ll make it happen.
     
     

 

     
    Accompanying song: “Lux Aeterna” by Clint Mansell
     
     

     
    Providence, Rhode Island – April 20 th , 2013
     
     
    Protection. What does it mean when we protect by hurting? Who benefits? No one.
    I wipe my hand across my face, blowing off some steam. With my back against the door, I ponder what just happened. I did something I never thought I would, and yet I did it anyway. My conscience is bearing down on me, yet I know I did the right thing. I am an asshole, and I know it full well. I just hope she thinks so, too. I hope she saw the anger in my stride as I told her goodbye. She should leave and never come back. I don’t know why she wanted to come to me, but it was the wrong choice, and I made that very clear to her. Maybe pushing myself onto her the way I did, violating her body the way I did, will scare her off. It would be for the best. Being with me is the worst thing someone could wish for.
    I sigh, wondering if I could’ve handled things better. I don’t deny that I enjoyed spanking her. It sparked my arousal, that’s for sure. My cock is still very much erect in my pants, and I can’t say that I wouldn’t want to repeat it. Except that wouldn’t be a wise decision. Not when everything’s at stake. I should forget about how nice it felt to have my hands on her ass and how good it felt being in charge. I can’t remember the last time I craved to be wicked so much.
    It scares me.
    This is not who I am, and yet I know I am turning more and more into a monster.
    I fear my own future.
    Swallowing, I take off my shirt and walk to the shower. I must put my mind on something else. There is much work to be done today, and I can’t be distracted by thoughts of a delicious woman begging for my domination.
    God, why can’t I get her out of my head?
    I face myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair. For a young man like myself, I look aged. As if my skin is plastered on and my smile has turned into a permanent pout. I remember her pink, plush lips and the way she