Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

by Dana LeeAnn

A literary masterpiece? No, baby. This is a spooky fucking ride.

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

I force myself to focus, to push past the panic and try to piece together how the fuck I ended up here. Memory comes in fragments, disjointed and hazy like trying to remember a dream.

But it's almost impossible to stay calm when every instinct I have is screaming at me to fight, to run, to do anything except lie here helplessly

"You're going to run. You're going to run like your life depends on it, because in a way, it does. The woman you are right now? She ends tonight.

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

I sink to my knees in front of her, framing her face with my hands and kissing her deeply. I can taste myself on her lips, can feel the slight roughness in her throat from taking me so deep,

"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."