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?”

“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.”

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.”

For the first time in years, I can breathe. Now that she’s done fighting me, fighting us, I see a real fucking future. One where we’re free to be exactly who we are, together. My little nightmare and me.