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?”

“You said it yourself when my cock was buried deep in your cunt. You are mine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me, and I’m going to spend every day reminding you who you belong to.”

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 sweet fucking nightmare.”

But she didn’t run like I expected. 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.”

The creamed corn. And the spoon… covered in a mix of cream and, well—me. I blink, then let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Out of all the fucking dishes in this Friendsgiving feast, it had to land in the creamed corn. Of course it did. The irony isn’t lost on me. Creamed fucking corn. Still chuckling under my breath, I stir it in. No one will ever know and it will give me something to look forward to at this fucking dinner.