Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

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.

“Say it, little nightmare. Say you’re mine.”

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

“Fuck, that pretty little mouth of yours takes me so well.”

“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.”