Pounded in the Patch (Dark Nights Collection)

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."

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

"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?"

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'm going to give you exactly what you've always wanted," he says, cutting me off. His voice is rough with desire. "I'm going to hunt you through this pumpkin patch. I'm going to chase you until your heart is pounding and your legs are giving out beneath you and you're running on nothing but pure adrenaline and will to survive."

"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."

"So perfect. Your pussy was waiting for me, wasn’t it? Look at it," he says as he removes his fingers and shows me how wet they are. “You’re weeping for me, baby.”

"Come for me, night monster," he whispers, and his voice so demanding it sends a new wave of chills through me. "Show me how pretty you are when you come all over my fingers."

"I'm going to use my mouth and my tongue and my teeth until you're begging for more." The blade catches on a loose thread of my costume, cutting through it effortlessly. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name."