Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

“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?”

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 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 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.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “The prettiest nightmare. A work of art.”

My girl. My little nightmare.

knew it then that there was no going back. That I’d own her, ruin her and nothing would fucking stop me. Not even her.

This time, it’s for her. For my girl.

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

“I want my name on your inner thigh. Anyone who gets close enough to see it will

I’ll kill anyone for my girl, and she fucking knows it.

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.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my girl.” Her eyes flutter shut, her breath catching in her throat as she nods. “I’m yours,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your girl, Rhett.”

Ireland. That’s where we’re headed.