Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

by Dana LeeAnn

My mind. My body. They’re all I have left. Can I fuck my way out of this?

"It’s time to wake up, my night monster."

"Your pulse is racing," he continues, and I feel the warm press of skin against my throat—rough fingers checking my heartbeat. "And you've been awake for the last ten minutes. Did you really think I couldn't tell?" How the fuck would he know that?

"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." Play.

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

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?"

She wanted to be caught. She wanted to be claimed and to belong to someone who would burn the world for her."

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.

Each one is a prop in the elaborate theater I've created to break her down and remake her.

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.

My beautiful, brilliant, completely irreplaceable night monster.

I mean I'm going to hunt you one more time through my maze, drive you exactly where I want you, and then fuck you on the altar I built while I⁠— I mean you're never leaving this place as the same woman who entered it.

My brilliant girl.

This beautiful madman planned everything down to seasonal sex toys.

"I'm thorough," he says with a grin I can hear in his voice. "And I thought my queen should have something appropriately festive."

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

I literally became someone who would move mountains to possess you. I want to burn the world for you, and then rebuild it exactly how you want it." Move mountains.

You created an entire fantasy world because I mentioned liking a book."

"Because I love you," he says simply. "Because you deserve someone who will make your wildest dreams come true. Because you're worth every penny I spent, every hour I planned, every detail I obsessed over."

"You are brilliant and fierce and secretly wild in ways that take my breath away," he continues. "You deserve a man who will build you worlds

where your deepest fantasies can come true. You deserve someone who will love every dark, beautiful corner of your soul." He does love every corner of my soul.

"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."

"You are brilliant and passionate and beautifully wild in ways that take my breath away,"

"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."