Deranged (American Street Kings #3) by Bella J.
Temptation. It’s a powerful thing.
It possesses you. Corrupts you. Turns a pure soul into a reckless beast.
Once it has you in its clutches, you can’t escape it. It won’t let go, not until
it perverts everything innocent.
The day she walked into my life, I should have known I’d never be the same again.
Her secrets lured me in, enticed me with truths that would be my
I had a war to win. Battles to fight. But her scent turned me into a crazed hunter, manipulating me down a different path of destruction.
In the end, she will be my downfall.
Until then…I’ll keep her.
Excerpt Deranged by Bella J.
I made my way through the crowd, never taking my eyes off her. She stood motionless by the door, her gaze reaching for me across the sea of people between us. I wasn’t sure whether it was the buzz of the atmosphere around us, or the magic I saw swirling in her irises, but as I broke through the crowd, I rushed to her. And without thinking twice I grabbed her face between my palms, forcing her back and crashing my lips against hers.
It was insane. I didn’t even know her. I didn’t know who she was other than she called herself Wraith. I didn’t know where she was from. How old she was. Did she have family around here? I knew nothing about her. All I knew was, I wanted to kiss her. So, I did.
I felt her hesitate, pulling back slightly. But I held her face between my hands, refusing to let go, and I forced my tongue through the barrier of her lips while fusing my mouth to hers, desperate to taste her. It felt like I was on a high I had never been on before, this kiss of a stranger forcing a kind of rush through my body I couldn’t explain.
I continued to push her back into a corner, hiding us from the rest of the bar.
She didn’t touch me, but she kissed me back. Her tongue lapped against mine as if she was searching for my taste like I was hunting for hers. She tasted sweet, like oranges, with a subtle trace of mint and heat all swept together in one mind-blowing kiss. The thrill, the thirst, and the urge to never stop was overwhelming. It had my insides tangled up in a vice of desire and hunger, a need to explore and push the limit with this woman who somehow just walked into my life uninvited.
Her gentle moans might as well have been a wrecking ball, slamming against my chest, breaking my self-control into nothing but shattered pieces of lust. It was driving me mad, and I had to tear my lips from hers in order to catch my breath. Leaning my head against hers, I didn’t open my eyes. “Who. Are you?”