Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “The prettiest nightmare. A work of art.” His words are strained as he fucks himself with his hand. What the fuck am I supposed to do? How many people get themselves into situations this insane? He’s literally jacking off in front of me, to me. My hair looks like a rat’s nest. The remnants of my makeup is smudged heavily under my eyes and my skin is greasy from being unwashed for days. And he’s deemed me the best thing to stroke his dick to right now? Fucking insanity. Absolute fucking insanity.

“I’m not the nightmare,” I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper, raising my chin to meet his gaze. A sly smile tilts the corner of his mouth upward, and he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Aren’t you?” he cocks an eyebrow. “You’ve kept me up every night since the moment I laid eyes on you. Your tight cunt calls to me, drawing me in and swallowing me whole while I lose myself inside of you. You’ve wrapped your spell around me so tightly that I feel like I’m drowning.”