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.

“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."

“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.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “The prettiest nightmare. A work of art.”

“You belong to me. Not just your body, not just your life. Every. Single. Part of you. Your mind, your thoughts, your soul—it’s all fucking mine, little nightmare. You’re mine to break, to shape, to own. And you’re going to learn that one way or another.”

I’m coming back for you, my monster.

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.”

She’s not going to snap, not here, not now, but she’s unraveling bit by bit, and I’m right there with her, pushing her further, watching her become something wild and untamed. Watching her become what she was always meant to be. My little nightmare.