Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

For those who crave what comes after the chase.

“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."

There’s a fine line between love and obsession, between protecting and controlling, and I’ve crossed it willingly. She needs to know that, to understand that there’s no turning back now.

“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.”

“Kill you?” he smiles and tsks. “No. I intend to keep you, Cara.”

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.