Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

For those who crave what comes after the chase.

“Because you’re mine, and he was in our way. He touched you, Cara, and we can’t have that. He didn’t give a fuck about your needs, did he?”

“I can give you the world. I can make you feel things you’d never felt with anyone else. Isn’t that what you want?”

I want him to fuck me like he fucked me in the pumpkin patch. I need him to fill me with each bar of his Jacob's ladder until he’s buried to the hilt, completely consuming and dominating me.

“You belong to me—only me. No one else will ever fucking touch you. I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”

He’s terrifying as fuck, but he excites me.

There is no explanation for this other than that I’m a horny bitch, and my captor just so happens to be the hottest fucking man on this planet.

“The prettiest nightmare. A work of art.”

“Such a sweet fucking nightmare.”

As much as my girl acts like she hates this shit, she loves it. She’s just not ready to admit it yet.

My little nightmare.

She’s not just my obsession now—she’s my responsibility.

My girl, my little nightmare, is completely unaware of the chaos I’m about to unleash.

instead I’m letting him eat me out like I hadn’t just made a mad dash for my life, screaming at my piece of shit neighbor for help.

It pulls on my heart strings and makes me want to know more about the man who hid behind the mask to catch me.

And if anyone tries to take her from me? I’ll make sure they regret it.

He’s dark and sexy, but beyond that he’s highly intelligent.

I’d sacrifice myself a thousand times over if it meant keeping her out of their hands. Because she’s mine, and no one, no one fucking touches what’s mine.

I’m coming back for you, my monster.

I took a life for the man I’ve secretly been falling for.

My little nightmare came back.

I thought he was nothing more than a monster, and maybe he is one, but he’s my monster. I watched him, learning his monstrous ways, and now I’ve caved, succumbing to the darkness to fit in right beside him. Rhett didn’t break me. He found me.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my voice low and rough. “You came back for me. You killed for me. You proved to me that I can trust you, little nightmare.”

“Because you’re mine, little nightmare. You have been since the night I laid eyes on you.”

“You can’t run from me, little nightmare. Not anymore. We belong to each other, and you know it.”

God, my girl is beautiful like this—a walking, breathing fucking nightmare.

Watching her become what she was always meant to be. My little nightmare.