Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

For those who crave what comes after the chase.

He’s sick. What the fuck kind of person chops the head off of someone and carves it out like a jack-o’-lantern? A fucking psycho, that’s who.

“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?”

He sighs while running a hand through his dark hair. “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?”

“Crazy?” Rhett bursts out laughing, holding his hand to his stomach like he’s actually amused. “You want crazy? I can show you crazy.”

“I’ll show you crazy,” he repeats, slightly more unhinged this time.

My head jerks back in Rhett’s direction when he rotates toward me. “This is crazy,” he blurts, holding Jonah’s head between his hands. Coagulated blood and torn chunks of flesh drop from the base of Jonah’s head, littering my porch as they hit the wood. Rhett reaches for his pocket, pulling out a knife and flipping it open.

He doesn’t turn to look at me as he whispers, “You want Jonah to fuck you one last time, little nightmare?” My blood runs cold, draining from my face and sending chills down my spine.

His cock is out, fully erect and smothered in Jonah’s blood as he locks the door behind his back.

“Little nightmare,” he pants between breaths. “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. You’re mine, Cara, and I take care of what’s mine. Like I just took care of you in that cornfield. Then again in the fucking pumpkin patch. Did my gift not show you how far I’m willing to go to take care of what is mine? What belongs to me? Because right now, that look in your eyes is telling me you need me to remind you how well you take my cock.”

“You killed Jonah,” I whisper as I close my eyes, reminding him what a psycho he is. Rhett’s hand slides around me, reaching for the front of my torn dress. His breath is hot against my ear. “It was the only way for us to be together.”

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.

I’m enjoying this. I fucking love the euphoric high I’m riding from the adrenaline of fearing this man.

“That’s it,” he moans as he fucks my mouth with his fingers. “Swallow it down like that good girl I know you are, and then I’ll reward you with my cock.”

My knees buckle beneath me but I'm immediately forced back to my feet when Rhett lines his cock up against my entrance, thrusting himself inside me before I can realize what he’s doing. My vision begins to fade and everything is going black. Just as I’m about to lose consciousness, he pulls his fingers from my throat, letting me gasp for air.

“Say my name,” he spits when he yanks my head back again, forcing me to arch for him. “Say my fucking name, baby.”

I can feel it in every fiber of my being. This is what good sex looks like. This is what I’ve craved all these years but I’ve never been given.

Just when I think he’s about to come, he pulls out and drops to his knees, spinning me around to face him. My heart runs wild as I watch him before me, lifting my right leg over his shoulder and positioning his mouth over my pussy.

He sucks at my flesh, devouring me like I’m his last meal.

He reacts by spreading his tongue flat, and then runs it along my center as he eats me.

Bracing the counter behind me, I watch each bar of his Jacob's ladder as my pussy swallows him whole, taking him like he wants me to.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Rhett says as he plants a hard kiss to my lips. "See, your body knows exactly who it belongs to, and I’ll make sure you never forget."

The taste of her lips lingers on mine, sweet and salty, tinged with the remnants of blood and sweat.

She’s mine, and I’ll carve that truth into her soul, just like I carved Jonah out of our way.

The way she’s looking at me—fear mixed with the haze of pleasure—is intoxicating.

Her eyes meet mine, and I see the question there—the fear, the confusion, the desire. She doesn’t understand how much she means to me, or how far I’ll go to keep her. But she will. I’ll make sure of that.

There’s a fine line between love and obsession, between protecting and controlling, and I’ve crossed it willingly. She needs to know that, to understand that there’s no turning back now.

“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.”

She’s fighting it, but it’s a losing fucking battle. And I’ve already won.

I lean down, pressing my lips to her ear, my voice dropping to a hushed, intimate tone. “Say it, little nightmare. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Rhett.” Her words are soft, but they’re there.

I knew my girl wanted me, craved me just as much as I did her. And now, she’s mine in every way that matters; there’s no escaping that now.

“Just relax, little nightmare,” I whisper, my voice as calm as the water enveloping her. “I’ll take care of you.”

She sighs, melting under my touch, and I can’t help but smile. She’s finally mine. All fucking mine. Just like we both wanted.

Reaching the hole I dug, I smirk as I pull the cob of corn from my pocket—the one I had used on Cara. I shove it into Jonah’s mouth, forcing it past the jagged carving wound. “Enjoy eternity, Jonah,” I mutter, tossing the head into the hole. “Now you can spend it with the taste of what you missed out on coating your tongue with.”

He is crazyyyy

He’s terrifying as fuck, but he excites me. Each time he enters my bedroom I can’t help but find myself panting, needy, completely consumed by his presence, and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it.

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.

I gasp. It’s the first time I’ve seen his dick in daylight, and it’s fucking huge. I mean, I knew it was big because of the way he stretched me, but this… this is otherworldly. My eyes move from bar to bar, working their way up his Jacob’s ladder. There are so many of them. He’s far from average.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “The prettiest nightmare. A work of art.” His words are strained as he fucks himself with his hand.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? How many people get themselves into situations this insane? He’s literally jacking off in front of me, to me. My hair looks like a rat’s nest. The remnants of my makeup is smudged heavily under my eyes and my skin is greasy from being unwashed for days. And he’s deemed me the best thing to stroke his dick to right now? Fucking insanity. Absolute fucking insanity.

HAHAHA

“Look at me,” Rhett growls, reaching out to tilt my chin toward him.

Men think with their dicks, not their brains. That is my advantage.

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

“Be quiet,” Rhett snaps, throwing his hand over my mouth when I start yelling at the top of my lungs. “Shut the fuck up or they’ll hear you and take you away from me.”

“Don’t torture me like this. Just kill me!” A low, throaty laugh erupts from Rhett as he stalks toward me. “Kill you?” he smiles and tsks. “No. I intend to keep you, Cara.”

His eyes are dark, engulfed in rage.

A sly smile tilts the corner of his mouth upward, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Aren’t you?” he cocks an eyebrow. “You’ve kept me up every night since the moment I laid eyes on you. Your tight cunt calls to me, drawing me in and swallowing me whole while I lose myself inside of you. You’ve wrapped your spell around me so tightly that I feel like I’m drowning.”

My heart starts pounding harder when Rhett leans in with his eyes locked on mine. He slides his tongue over my center in one quick swipe, then moans. My entire body shivers, jolting at his touch. “You taste so fucking good,” he says as his eyes flutter.

Glancing down, I almost fall apart at the sight of him tongue-deep in my pussy, consuming me with his entire presence. He’s still watching me, never letting his eyes drift from mine.