I was fresh out of high school when I met him. He was everything a girl could ever dream of; tall and handsome but mysterious which made him even more alluring. He was a good man with a wounded past. Neglected as a child, then adopted by a seemingly perfect family, Vincent Chadwick, was my oxygen. Sine the first moment I saw him, I knew he would be trouble. His eyes as they lit a smoky grey which saw scenes too graphic to describe, and his full lips which spoke his secrets, made me mesmerized. But I discovered he was a good man with a twisted and dark soul. He was my dominant, my fifty shades... (c)2015 *this story contains graphic scenes of sexuality as well as violence and adult themes