Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

by Dana LeeAnn

"Welcome to your nightmare, night monster," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm against the fake blood on my neck. "I hope you're ready to play."

My night monster. My obsession. My beautiful, brilliant addiction that I've spent endless time and money to possess.

"Being hunted like that? Chased through a corn field and then fucked in a pumpkin patch?" "Caught and claimed in the middle of all those pumpkins, with the fog swirling around you and no escape, no choice but to surrender completely to someone who'll never let you go?"

The cost was more than most people's houses, but money means nothing when you're building an empire for the woman who owns your soul.

And she is safe. Safer than she's ever been in her life. Because I would kill anyone who tried to hurt her. I would burn down cities to keep her from harm.

But even as I run, some traitorous part of my mind is whispering that this is exactly what I've always fantasized about. Being chased. Being hunted. And a masked man, of all fucking things.

Who ties someone up with pumpkin vines of all things?

"I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, and then you’ll crawl to me on your knees while you beg for my cock to fill you one more time."

"Fill me with your cum until I can’t take any more. I want your seed dripping out of me."

The face I wake up next to every morning. The face of the man I'm completely, utterly in love with.

"You deserve a man who will create magic for you, who will love every corner of your soul, who will spend his life making sure you never doubt how extraordinary you are."