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.

This is about claiming what's mine and proving that some men don't just love. They possess. They consume. And they can mold the world in service of their obsession. 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.

"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."

Maybe loving someone this desperately, this completely, is a form of insanity.

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

I promise that no matter how many years we have together, I will never stop being amazed that somehow, impossibly, you chose to be caught by me."

"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."

"I promise to keep building you adventures, to never let our love become predictable or ordinary, to always remember that loving you means loving your wildest dreams too."

You loved being chased through the pumpkin patch, so I figured you’d love being fucked in Christmas tree farm just as much."