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?”

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.”

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.”

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.”