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?”

“Say my fucking name, baby.”

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

“I can’t give you what you want,”

“Then give me what you can.”

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 been making sure his meat has stayed wet all day, so I’m sure any piece will do.”