Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

by Dana LeeAnn

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

I have backup plans for my backup plans, because failure is not an option when it comes to her.

This is about claiming what's mine and proving that some men don't just love. They possess. They consume.

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 want him. I want this dangerous, mysterious masked man to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

"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."

"I promise to keep hunting you for the rest of our lives," Luke says, and I can see tears gathering in his green eyes. "I promise to keep surprising you, keep challenging you, keep making you feel desired and treasured and absolutely essential to my existence."

"I promise to build you new adventures every year, to never let our love become predictable or ordinary," he continues. "I promise to love your darkness as much as your light, your wildness as much as your tenderness, your secrets as much as your truths."

"And 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 look so fucking beautiful like this," I tell her, my voice rough with arousal and emotion. "On your knees for me, wearing my ring, taking my cock like the perfect little queen you are."

"Because a man who turns ordinary moments into fairy tales is exactly the kind of man I want to spend forever with."