Pounded in the Patch

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."

She has no idea how long I've been planning this night, and watching her small, helpless form curled on my back seat fills me with a satisfaction so deep it's almost wrong. Like I'm a god who's finally claimed his most perfect creation.

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.

"Can you imagine?" she had whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin like she was writing her deepest secrets directly onto my body. "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 was terrified and confused and had no idea who he was or why he'd chosen her. But by the end... by the end she didn't want to escape anymore. 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.

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.

I hope you're ready to be hunted by someone who's already decided you'll never get away.

"Welcome to your nightmare," I whisper against her ear. "I hope you're ready to play."

It’s time to hunt her through the world I built just for her. To catch her and claim her and keep her forever. Starting now.

He’s handsome in a way that would make angels weep—sharp cheekbones and bright green eyes, medium brown hair styled perfectly even with the mask, and a short, clean-cut beard that frames a wicked grin. Everything about him screams danger.

All I know is that he's the most beautiful monster I've ever seen.

"And when I catch you—not if, but when—I'm going to have my fun with you." His green eyes are burning with an intensity that makes my knees weak. "I'm going to touch you and taste you and fuck you in ways that will make you forget your own name."

"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."

The devil mask looks even more dramatic in the brighter candlelight. It’s demonic beauty. He's going to eat me alive. And I'm going to let him.

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."

He's actually proposing to me on a gothic altar in the middle of a pumpkin patch. This is the most thoughtful proposal of all time. Every dark romance and erotic horror reader’s dream come to life.

"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 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."