Rosalina, 24 year old whose family was just killed by her abusive Fiancé, escapes to New York where she gets sent to live with old best friend and Mafia Boss, Alec Salvatore. 27 year old Alec, a cold and dark man who would stop at nothing to have things his way. He was cruel and manipulative but when Rose got involved, that all changed. Not knowing that she might've traded one problem for an even bigger one. "No strings attached." He licks his lips and I don't think I've ever wanted anything more then I do right now. "No feelings." I add. "Good because I can't get your pretty little body out of my head." He growls, placing more kisses to my jawline. He can't get me out of his head. I suppress a smile from spreading on my lips. "So is that a yes?" He reaches down under my shirt, grabbing my breast. My back arches, slightly for him. God, this isn't good....but it feels too good to stop. His hands feel so intoxicating on my body. I just want more. More touching, more of him. "Rosalina, I need words." He demands, kissing me. Placing my arms around his neck as I play with his hair, "What would happen if I said yes?" I tease. "It means you are mine to please and vice versa. Something we both want." He says, his body towering over mine. Both want.... His hands on my breast, kneading and playing with me. I feel like I'm going to explode. "No strings attached." I reiterate, my lips lingering right below his. "No feelings'.' He responds, almost too quickly. "Think you can handle that?" "Yes.'' I lied. We both did. All rights reserved.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award