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.

In those few seconds, her ghostly eyes told me all the things her mouth couldn’t, and I’ll spend the rest of my days watching her, touching her pristine inked skin, and claiming her, whether she allows me to or not. She’s mine.

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

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.

Now, Cara is mine, and only mine. She may not fully know it yet, but she will, and she’ll have no choice but to accept it.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, and watching you break for me is going to be the most beautiful fucking show, little nightmare.”

His voice comes smooth and firm, perhaps even sexy in the most wrong of ways. “Run, little nightmare.”