Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

“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 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.

She’s broken, just as I wanted, and there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing her like this, utterly at my mercy.

“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.”

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 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.

I struggle to find words, but I finally say, “I’ve been making sure his meat has stayed wet all day, so I’m sure any piece will do.”