Free Black Rose by Suzanne Steele Page A

could care less about fucking anyone but her. She is a drug that’s now in my system and no other woman can give me what she does. Maybe she is my redemption but, then again, maybe I don’t want to be saved.
    I grab her throat, choking her as she comes. “Your fucking breath belongs to me now.” Her terror filled eyes are begging me for mercy as I pump my seed into the condom. I fall down over her body, stroking her hair gently as I speak. “I’m sorry, baby.”
    “Are you kidding? I’ve never come so hard in my life. You scared the shit out of me and I loved it.”
    I roll off of her, spent, and whisper in her ear, “You can move your hands now.”
     

    Melanie
    I can hear the low rumbling of his threats in my ear. He is beckoning a dark part of my soul to come forth and play as his fingers interlock around my throat. I’m feeding off of the fear he is causing me. I can feel it working on my system almost like an aphrodisiac and I am enjoying the terror he is instilling in my being. Who is this woman who is basking in the affections of a dangerous predator? I don’t know who this man is, but I do know, instinctively, that he is dangerous. I’m playing with fire but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
    He is calling to a slumbering beast I never knew existed within me—a dark forbidden part of me that enjoys the danger of being stalked and taken.
    Some sick part of me wants and invites this mad man to bed me like some emotionally crippled woman who needs obsession and not love. Maybe he sees that trait in me. Perhaps that is the reason I have been brought here.
    He is calling forth a part of me that craves danger and obsession. I welcome this man into my mundane life to serve me up a helping of adrenaline laced fear with a side of terror.
    This other woman in me, who has been hidden in the dark recesses of my being, doesn’t want to be wooed with red roses and champagne, she wants to be threatened with black roses and knives.
    I liked what he was doing to me. He is creating a hunger and a craving for more darkness and danger. He is creating an addiction to the high off endorphins and dopamine that only he can provide me with.
    I see a look come across his face and into his eyes, like a light bulb goes off and he knows what I am thinking.
    “You like what I do to you; I can see it in your eyes. Oh yes… I’ve finally met my soul mate. I knew the first day I saw you that you were the one. I could smell it on you.”
    “What?” My voice trembles as I speak.
    “You. Are. Prey.”
     

Dr. Ozment
    I lean against the hospital ER wall, casually talking to a nurse who seeks out my attention on a daily basis. Though she is cute in her own way and as pleasant as any man would want a woman to be, she just doesn’t strike that chord in me. I guess if I had to describe myself I would say that I have a hero complex. It is going to take a certain kind of woman to intrigue me—one who needs to be saved.
    I guess, by a woman’s standards, I would be considered a handsome man, but I really don’t give it much thought. The nurses certainly act as if I am quite the catch around the hospital. It never ceases to amaze me how everyone wants to be married to a doctor… That is, until they are married to a doctor. I have my sexual escapades to curb the normal male libido, but I haven’t found that special someone. Of course, I’m not looking very hard because I’m married to my job.
    I push off the wall with the foot that has been resting on it when I view the ambulance pull up to the ER door. They rush a Latina woman in on a gurney with an apparent overdose.
    “I need some help over here,” I call out as I rush in to save yet another life.
    And so begins another night at Mercy Regional…
    Three hours later, I’m seated in a chair watching the sleeping woman as I do paperwork. My heart wrenches at the thought of her attempting to take her own life. Things have finally quieted down but it was touch and go for a