"That's it, baby," he continues, his tone almost soothing, despite the filth spilling from his lips. "Take my cock. Take all of it." Baby. My belly flutters, my heart soaring like a fool even though I know it's a runaway utterance. A thoughtless spill of the moment's intensity. I shut my eyes against the word, as if the action will shield my chest from its impact. Or my pussy. "You like that?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "You like it when I fuck you hard? When I make you feel like the dirty little slut you are?" I can't even respond, my throat is too constricted, my lungs too empty. His words are like a knife, slicing through me, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable than I already am. "Say it," he demands, his thrusts becoming even more punishing. "Tell me you're a dirty little slut." "I'm a dirty little slut," I sob, the words torn from my throat. I can't believe I'm saying them, but they feel true. "That's right," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "You're MY dirty little slut. And you're going to come for me again, aren't you?" *** MORALLY GREY meets GREY'S ANATOMY meets FIFTY SHADES OF GREY... 24-year-old Ramona Lisa Gallo seems to finally be back on track to a normal life...while cruising the financial struggle bus. Returning to college to study music seemed like nothing short of a fantasy six years ago. But when she unexpectedly finds herself under the care of young, renowned oncologist, Dexter Frost, she can't convince herself she isn't dreaming. With eyes as cold as his name, Frost is handsome beyond belief. Accomplished beyond his years. And the medical textbook definition of a "Dreamy Knightmare". The good doctor has a proposition for his new patient; a solution to her money troubles once and for all...for a price. *** This is an ongoing web serial. One (1) chapter will be posted every Friday. Season 2 and later is available EXCLUSIVELY on EmendedHearts.com. Thanks for reading, voting, commenting and sharing! Mwah :).

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