Dark Desires

by Eve Silver

There were always choices, and she had made hers. Better to accept responsibility than to brandish her fist at the fates, crying and wailing against the burdens that were hers to bear.

Once she had believed in dreams and fairy tales, had relied on a gossamer web woven of privilege and fantasy. Now, she believed only in the harsh reality of life, relied only on her own ingenuity.

“How extraordinarily convenient for you,” he said. “I am Dr. Damien Cole.”

Dr. Cole had not been forthcoming as to the reason that a fresh corpse sat in his carriage.

Um, why aren't alarm bells ringing?????

He was as beautiful as an angel, Dr. Damien Cole, but she knew that appearances were not to be trusted. Like the frozen surface of a river, a pretty, sparkly, outer face could hide a treacherous undercurrent.

“This is food,” she said. “Human beings require it to survive.”

“You are to notice nothing. You are to do as I tell you. You are not to think. You are not to overstep your bounds. Have I made myself clear?”

Though art and healing appear two disparate fields, they are in fact in perfect complement with each other.”

Suddenly, she had the terrible, tantalizing thought that she'd like to lick him.

Avoiding an unpleasant situation would not make it disappear. In fact, the problem was likely to amplify and expand until it grew out of control.

“Do you know, Darcie, that it takes a good deal of thought for some medical students to reach that conclusion?” “There are no women in medical school.” The observation slipped out before she had time to question the wisdom of opening such a Pandora's box. “No, there are not.” Their gazes met and held. Darcie sensed something in his expression. As he continued to watch her, she felt a warm wave ripple through her, a feeling of pleasure and confidence that blossomed and grew. “There are no women in medical school,” Damien repeated. “Yet.”

“I want to do all manner of things to you, and have you do them to me. Wonderful things. Pleasurable things.” He ran the pad of his thumb across her lips. “Wicked things.”

You are a fire inside of me, Darcie, licking at the edges of my soul.”

“Darcie… I do love you.” The words sounded stiff, rusty. Damien gave a shaky laugh that grew and swelled until it sprang free, unfettered. “My God, I love you. With everything I am. You are my soul, my breath, my life.”