Carving for Cara (Wrecked, #1)

by Melissa McSherry

For the girls who dream of being chased through a cornfield by a masked man, then fucked in the pumpkin patch when he catches you

Most people in my small town of Hallow Grove, Iowa, are superstitious and fearful of the devil, but after reading one too many dark romance novels, I’m reasonably certain he’d fuck like a god.

I never want her to smile at anyone else like that again, unless it’s me.

The metal barb of my Jacob’s Ladder piercing rubs against the confinement of my tight black skinny jeans as my cock hardens at the subtle, but incredibly sexy gesture.

I’ve always said there are two types of women in this world: The ones that take a single look at a guy like me and run, and those who fantasize about having me buried deep between their thighs.

Don’t worry, little nightmare, you won't need that vibrator. Not after tonight.

“A lion does not lose sleep over the thoughts of sheep,” is what he used to tell me, a quote he’d learned earlier in his life, and he was right; since that day, I’ve not lost sleep over anyone.

To some, she may be the girl of their dreams, the perfect girl next door, but to me, she is the monster under my bed, the thing that keeps me up at night. My little nightmare.

I am a predator unwilling to share his prey, and by the sounds of their conversation tonight, someone else thinks they have a claim to what’s mine. Tonight, I change that and make sure she knows who she belongs to. My little nightmare is mine, and only mine.

I might even have to convince her to add some ink to my collection… maybe her name across my cock.