Pounded in the Patch

by Dana LeeAnn

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

TAKEN

Seraphina

Nothing. A complete blank, like someone has taken an eraser to my memory and wiped away everything that came after. The thought makes my skin crawl with unease.

I try to slow my breathing, to think logically right now, but it's nearly impossible when every rational thought is drowned out by the screaming voice in my head that keeps repeating kidnapped, kidnapped, kidnapped.

Why me? Why the fuck is this happening to me of all people? The questions keep coming, providing no answers, only more fear.

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.

Either way, my girl didn't just want the fantasy. She needed it. Craved it like an addict craves their next fix.

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.

Everything has been calculated. Everything has been planned. Except for how she'll actually react when she realizes what I've done for her. How far I’ve gone for her. For us.

Fear first. Then confusion. Then gradually, slowly, the realization that this isn't actually about taking something from her. It's about giving her everything she wants.

Fear is the ultimate aphrodisiac when you control every variable. 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 discover what you're really capable of and how far you’ll fall into darkness.

Her eyes go wide as she processes the magnitude of it. This is her fantasy. Her deepest desire. Her most secret longings brought to life in a world we can actually inhabit.

I've been dreaming of this night since the moment you told me what you wanted.

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."

"I'm going to touch you and taste you and fuck you in ways that will make you forget your own name."

He's not just following me—he's hunting me with an intensity so overwhelming I nearly collapse on the spot.

But even as I run, some traitorous part of my mind is whispering that this is exactly what I've always fantasized about. Being chased. Being hunted.

This is insane. He's insane. And I’m fucking insane for not hating this.

The devil mask is still there, but it’s easy to see how devastatingly handsome he is. His green eyes are bright with satisfaction, and what looks almost like... fondness?

But it's hard to focus when my body is still buzzing from his touch. I can still feel his hands on my skin, his tongue on my clit. The memory makes the ache return between my thighs, and I hate myself for it.

"I don't want this,"

“This is crazy.”

"Your mouth keeps say...

"But your body is begging to ...

“To be ta...

“To be fu...

"Can't admit that you want to be absolutely ruined by a masked man in a pumpkin patch?"

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

He kisses me then, claiming my mouth with his. I kiss him back, desperate and needy and so fucking willing to melt into him.

He feels like everything I've been missing, like a piece of myself I didn't know was gone.

"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."

Luke

The way she just gave into me completely, the way she begged for my cock with every desperate thrust back against me—it's everything I dreamed it would be and more.

My night monster. My obsession. Mine.

This is what she was made for. This is what she's always needed. Someone who'll take her exactly as hard as she craves.

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.

She's learned to associate this mask with pleasure now, with surrender, with the dark parts of herself she's finally allowing to surface.

Seraphina

He built me a throne room and put a crown in it.

"You're a queen, night monster," he murmurs, stepping closer. "My queen. And it's time you understood that."

My body is learning to crave him, to respond to his voice and his hands with an eagerness that should shame me but doesn't.

a vibrator, but not just any vibrator. It's shaped like candy corn, orange and yellow and white, and it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. A candy corn vibrator.

This beautiful madman planned everything down to seasonal sex toys.

Please don't ever stop. Please keep me here in this dark fairy tale forever.