Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

by Dana LeeAnn

A literary masterpiece? No, baby. This is a spooky fucking ride.

For those who want their pumpkin spice with a side of being absolutely ruined by a masked man

He’s taking me somewhere no one will hear me scream.

"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.

Her world. The world I built specifically for her.

This is about her, and us, and showing her that I will literally tear down mountains and rebuild forests to own every piece of her soul.

"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.

Every pathway leads exactly where I want it to go. Every dead end was strategically placed to drive her deeper into my web. Every route to freedom will be eliminated until surrender becomes her only choice.

Like something from a dream. Or a nightmare.

"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."