Monster's Temptation (Monster & Me #1)

by C.R. Jane

We’d rather sleep with the Monsters because they know better than anyone exactly how to make us scream…

A girl should really get some kind of warning when her life’s about to go to hell.

Another day. Awesome.

The Governor’s Mansion glittered from the outside, but inside, it was rotting.

Instead, we had to eat at the long, ornate table that could feed thirty. It made every morning so cozy.

Sometimes I just liked to imagine that the staff liked me.

I stumbled out of the nurse’s office and made my way outside, somehow managing to make it to the car without fucking dying.

And weak men were snitches.

That’s how I became the newest resident of Bright Meadows Asylum. And that’s how I actually became insane.

"Don't you dare cover up, Pet,"

He was beautiful, my monster.

"Relax, Pet. You're going to be my good girl, aren't you?" he purred.

"Good fucking girl,"

"Tightest fucking pussy I've ever felt," he growled as he moved to my other nipple, his hips thrusting desperately against mine.

"Going to keep you forever, Pet. My good girl,"

Not nightmares. Obviously. They made me feel way too good for it to be that. Although it was always a monster ravishing my body.

Every night, no matter what I tried, or how much I tried to stay awake, I was sucked into an erotic dreamscape. A dreamscape where…monsters ravaged my body over and over again.

they really did feel like my lovers because I could tell you about every one of their features. I also could describe in detail all of their weird dicks.

Last night’s dream was relatively tame; I’d been gang banged the night before.

there wasn't much that I could say except that I wasn't crazy. And apparently, that sort of thing was frowned upon in this institution. Who would've thought?

Evidently, they were big believers in that adage, ‘rise early and go to sleep early’, because I now had the sleeping hours of an 80-year-old woman.

the brushes they gave you were soft and completely ineffective so you didn’t try and off yourself with them, thus everyone looked like a mess all day, every day.

He must have felt the same way about the breakfast as I did, because every day he would use his fingers to smear it across his entire face.

Seeing him try and slather himself with vegan bacon had been a particularly interesting experience.

Props to him for livening up the place. Even if he did it with drool drippi...

Have everyone on the outside doubt my sanity, and everyone on the inside doubt it as well. I would never have anyone believe me again.

It’s like someone out there had scooped out any fantasies of male attractiveness I had lurking in my brain and created him just for me.

For some reason, Candace had a thing against swearing. She didn't care about murdering and mutilating people, but swearing crossed the line of her moral compass.

“Oh. Okay.” I had to have cracked. That was the only way to explain what was happening.

The only comfort I was ever going to get in this forsaken place was in my dreams. With my monsters. I had to live with that.

If they wanted crazy, I could show them how looney I could get. I’d had a lot of time to perfect that here.

I eyed the stapler on the desk and mulled over how good it would feel to throw it at her.

I’d picked up a penchant for throwing things since moving in here, which was really my only release and mostly came in the form of destroying my pillow.

“We all have to live with our own demons, dear. Enjoy yours.”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t such a bright idea to give away my only barricade from crazy eyes here.

I found myself thinking what sexy hands he had. Was that a thing? Because if it was a thing, Steele would win all the awards.

“I'm not going anywhere, baby,"

"You do remember you met me in an insane asylum, right?" I drawled.

I wondered if there was ever going to be anyone in this world for me, or if I was going to be doomed to be alone forever.

"I've been waiting for you, Pet. Have you missed me?"

"I’ve thought about nothing but eating this sweet pussy. You're never going to be alone again.”

"You taste so fucking good, my sweet,”

"Hello, Pet," he said, amused, his forked tongue darting out to lick off the arousal that was coating his lips.

I had to still be asleep; that was the only way that I could rationalize this. And since I had to be sleeping, I might as well enjoy the best sex I could imagine.

"You’re perfect for us," he murmured, before groaning. "Fuck, you’re squeezing my dick so tight. You love this, Pet. You can't get enough of it, can you?"

"It doesn't need to be like this, my sweet," he said with a benign smile like I really was an adorable little pet he was amusedly watching.

It was official—I’d lost my mind.

"Fuck, I should've asked if you like butter on top of your flapjacks," he muttered, glaring at the stack of carbs like they’d personally offended him.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a bite before exiting this weird-ass hallucination.

"It’s a good thing you’ve finally let me back in. I can make sure you’re always taken care of now."