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 can give you the world. I can make you feel things you’d never felt with anyone else. Isn’t that what you want?”

“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.”

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.

“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.”

“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.”

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.

My fucked up side wanted him to press it to my clit, rubbing it in firm circles until I came for him, and I know he saw that feral look in my eye.

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.

“Take it,” he demands, shaking as he goes over the edge. “Fuck yes, take it.”

“You know I have to punish you for what you’ve done.”

“I told you this was a punishment, little nightmare. Why would I allow you the pleasure of coming?”

I want to break her, to make her submit to me again and again, but I also want her to stop fucking hiding and choose me.

Then, she leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a soft, breathy whisper. “Then don’t trust me, just fuck me.”

“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’ll punish you. And we both know how much you like my punishments, don’t we, little nightmare.”

“Tattoo your name on me, and I’ll do mine on you. That way, everyone will know how real this is. They’ll know you’re mine and I’m yours.”

The kind where you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you, little nightmare, or I’ll punish you again.”

She’s mine. And I won’t risk her for anything. Not even my fucking revenge.

I’ll take down anyone who even looks at her. I’ll kill anyone for my girl, and she fucking knows it.

They can take me down. They can beat me to a fucking pulp, but as long as she’s safe, I’ve won.

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.”

“I’ve dreamed about this... about having you beneath me just like this, Cara. And now you’re all mine. Every fucking inch of you.”

“Look at me,” I growl, my voice thick with need. “I want you to watch while I fuck you, little nightmare. I want you to watch while the monster you fell in love with ruins your pretty little cunt. I want you to see what you do to me.”

I sit back in my chair, arms crossed, watching them all dig into the food like ravenous animals. The best part? None of them have a clue what they’re actually eating. The creamed corn is a joke, my little secret ingredient hidden in plain sight. I almost want to laugh when Jason shovels it down like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. My cum is all over their plates, and they’re too busy chatting to notice. It’s fucking hilarious.

reach for the empty wine glass on the coffee table behind me, hitting it on the wood, shattering it. I turn back around, lunging for her throat, using the broken glass to cut through her flesh as she ride’s Rhett’s cock.