{"id":2975,"date":"2017-12-01T03:45:02","date_gmt":"2017-12-01T08:45:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=2975"},"modified":"2024-07-20T09:43:28","modified_gmt":"2024-07-20T14:43:28","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-prologue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-prologue\/","title":{"rendered":"Confidencialidad m\u00e9dico-paciente: Pr\u00f3logo"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u2746<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

ALTERNATE PROLOGUE<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

I squirm against the worn leather, my breath coming out in short gasps as I lie trapped beneath the imposing body that all but crushes me into the cramped back seat. His thigh muscles clench rhythmically between my own, echoing the primal pulse redoubling in my core.<\/span><\/p>\n

My wrists ache from where he grips them tightly over my head, pinning me down. The glint of the wedding band on his left finger winks at me, a ruthless reminder of why this is wrong. Why I shouldn\u2019t crave this…crave him <\/i>with every cell in my body screaming otherwise. My hips arch helplessly closer as if pulled by magnetism rather than choice. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing away the rioting sensations, the shards of longing threatening to pierce through my resistance. Fighting not to betray the part of me that burns for more. His ragged exhale tells me the battle is already lost. Even the harsh drum of my heart slamming in my chest can\u2019t drown out his delicious, menacing voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re mine<\/i>.\u201d Like a fact of life, he says it so easily. Too <\/i>easily. \u201cDo you understand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I shudder at the cruel endearment, tears instantly springing forth. Flickering shadows dance across my clenched eyelids from a street lamp nearby, taunting me with freedom that feels impossibly out of reach. I want to cry out. To say no. To tell him yes.<\/span><\/p>\n

But when I open my mouth, his forceful lips crush mine, devouring the pathetic sounds.<\/span><\/p>\n

His kiss matches the hunger in those haunting blue eyes I\u2019ve come to both desire and dread since the first time they caught mine. Ensnared them and never let go. He consumes my whimpers with unmatched greed, pulling my lips between his teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

I try to turn my head away, unable to withstand his ruthless gaze. His dominating mouth. Only to have his grip tighten. \u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The quiet command forces my eyes open. Heat slashes through me at the hunger carved into his face. Ice blue eyes cutting through the dark shadows. I recognize that terrifying craving, have felt it unleashed on my body before during stolen, fragmented moments of ecstasy I can never take back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe can\u2019t…I-I can\u2019t…\u201d My pathetic protest dies as his free hand trails up my leg, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. I inhale sharply, loathing his ability to play my body like a fucking piano.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our tangled history flickers through my mind\u2014helpless euphoria interwoven with ravenous lust and terror, lines crossed and drawn anew, my soul scorched by ice but passion reignited every time. I despise what he does to me, how he makes me feel. Weak. Desperate. Captivated. But the stubborn flame continues to burn for him nevertheless, no matter how hard I try to snuff it out.<\/span><\/p>\n

My thoughts scatter as he rips my flimsy dress in one harsh motion, baring more of my skin to his relentless assault. I know I won\u2019t be able to withstand him again, won\u2019t survive the shattering climax of our twisted intimacy even one more time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t do this!\u201d The strained cry finally escapes my raw throat. He stills for one startling moment, eyes gleaming perilously.<\/span><\/p>\n

A sharp crack of lightning cuts through the darkness, mirroring the white-hot fire now racing through my veins as his hands resume their conquest of my vulnerable body. This is happening, I realize in wanton despair. He will take what isn\u2019t his to own until there is nothing left of me. I choke back a sob, the sound morphing into an unwilling moan as my traitorous hips arch desperately into his touch. And the damning words I swore I\u2019d never utter again spill unchecked from my lips in breathless surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Dex…oh God, yes…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2746<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

ORIGINAL PROLOGUE<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

I lie here in this incredibly soft, cushioned California King Bed, draped by navy blue silk sheets in a room illuminated only by the dim glow of scented candles.<\/span><\/p>\n

The blended aroma of lavender and jasmine fills the warm air, but despite the pleasant, therapeutic scent, I am hardly relaxed.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sound of my shallow breathing fills my ears, and it becomes even more audible as I feel it getting slightly labored, no doubt with sheer anticipation.<\/span><\/p>\n

My skin feels impossibly hot, my face flushed beyond belief, and my dark, curly hair is a tangled mess against the soft pillow underneath my head. I vaguely register the ticking sound of the large wall clock hanging high above the headboard.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my chest and between my breasts, tickling my skin as it moves further south to collect in my belly button.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stare into the eyes of the gorgeous man on top of my naked body with uncertainty as he enters me for the fifth time tonight, wondering how it is exactly that I got into my current position.<\/span><\/p>\n

Literalmente y <\/em>figuradamente.<\/span><\/p>\n

I continue to behold his large, muscled body as it effortlessly covers mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

God, I don’t think it’ll alguna vez <\/em>be possible for me to get tired of looking at its impeccable display, clothed, naked, covered in mud, or in a glowy sheen of sweat like it is now.<\/span><\/p>\n

My eyes travel upwards to find him staring hard at me, and I feel my sex clench and throb violently, as if it’s the first time his arresting gaze has covered me in goosebumps.<\/span><\/p>\n

He remains silent as he pushes into me without warning or restraint, and I quickly feel myself getting even more flushed at the squelching, sucking sounds that his entry causes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel myself gaping wide open as he quickly buries himself deep inside me, like he’s done many times before. His strong fingers dig into my skin as he grips my hips roughly and brings them hard against his pelvis in one quick motion.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m unable to stop the yelp\u2014a throaty mesh of pain and ecstasy\u2014that escapes from deep within my throat at the deliciously forceful invasion. I arch my back and push my head further into the pillow in surrender, because frankly, that\u2019s all I pueden <\/em>hacer.<\/span><\/p>\n

This man owns me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m cierto <\/em>de eso ahora.<\/span><\/p>\n

And I honestly can’t believe just c\u00f3mo <\/em>willing I am to be owned by him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I instantly cream myself and his now sheathed cock, still in utter disbelief at how much he fills me up. A moan escapes my quivering lips as my upper body is pressed further into the mattress by his incredible weight.<\/span><\/p>\n

My fingers instinctively reach out and dig into his forearms, feeling the magnificently corded muscles and veins in them as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. My feet are pressed against the taut skin of his firm ass. I feel his hips flex under my thighs, and I can’t subdue the pleasured smile that sneaks its way onto my lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m all too aware of how much he stretches me open, and despite the embarrassment that still lingers, I love feeling the incredible heat and thickness of his cock pressing almost desperately inside my pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0yo pedir <\/em>eso.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Mal, a veces.<\/span><\/p>\n

The soreness I still feel presents raw evidence of what he did to me just twenty minutes ago, as does the pool of sticky wetness between my thighs, and I can’t help but revel in the sweet pain. As twisted and obscene as it is, I always love reminders of how roughly and thoroughly he fucks me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c9l tira hacia atr\u00e1s y empuja hacia adelante de nuevo con a\u00fan m\u00e1s fuerza.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lo vuelve a hacer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y otra vez.<\/span><\/p>\n

Y otra vez.<\/span><\/p>\n

And all I can do is surrender myself to his deliberate actions.<\/span><\/p>\n

All I can do is take every inch of each powerful thrust and allow my body to feel each and every second of the raw ecstasy that\u2019s running wildly through its veins.<\/span><\/p>\n

The flickering flames of the candles cast shadows against the beige walls, and I watch our entwined silhouettes moving in sync to a frantic, sexual rhythm\u2014like that of passionate, devoted lovers.<\/span><\/p>\n

But that can’t be further from the truth. We aren’t lovers, and despite the romantic setting, this isn’t a romantic getaway or honeymoon. The gorgeous man inside me is not my boyfriend or my husband.<\/span><\/p>\n

De hecho, es de otra persona.<\/span><\/p>\n

Esposo, eso es.<\/span><\/p>\n

And we aren’t making love. Or even just having sex. This is good old-fashioned, raw, reckless, uninhibited fucking.<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00f3lo <\/em>como a \u00e9l le gusta.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just like I’ve<\/em> come to.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looks at me with unapologetic lust, and his stare is unfaltering. He digs into my very soul with icy blue eyes that both terrify and captivate me. The same eyes that wouldn’t leave mine the moment we met. The same eyes that have blatantly refused to leave my mind ever since. And the same damn eyes that still haunt my every waking hour, and won’t leave my dreams alone when I sleep at night.<\/span><\/p>\n

He moves faster and faster, pumping into me harder and harder with abandon. The sticky, slapping sounds of cock in pussy crack and echo through the stillness of the night, giving testimony to our raw and depraved coupling.<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to kiss him, so much that it physically hurts. I want to press my lips to his full, pink mouth and suck on his tongue, like I\u2019ve been dying to ever since I met him.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I don\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

yo no poder<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because I know he won\u2019t let me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c9l nunca<\/em> lets me.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the one thing he refuses to do with me; his number one rule for me to keep if I want\u2026whatever este <\/em>is between us, to continue\u2014this arreglo <\/em>of sorts. And as wrong as I know this is, I also know that I\u2019m not ready to stop just yet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Our tempo becomes even more hurried, more frantic, and each of his angry thrusts sends me deeper and deeper into an abyss of sheer ecstasy. My moans are turning into a mesh of cries, whimpers, and pleas. My skin is scorched, ablaze with lust and want, and all the pores on my body are screaming in emotional overdrive as I feel myself becoming feverish and drenched in sweat.<\/span><\/p>\n

I can’t believe how different things are now; how complicated my life has become in such a short amount of time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nunca se supon\u00eda que fuera as\u00ed. Est\u00e1 fuera de los l\u00edmites.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00c9l es siempre<\/em> estado fuera de los l\u00edmites.<\/span><\/p>\n

I keep telling myself that; that being here with him is not supposed to feel this good.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dios, \u00e9l es<\/em> No se supone que te sientas tan bien.<\/span><\/p>\n

I wonder what my life would have been like now if I had gone to the clinic on a different day, or if I had just insisted on going with the physician I was initially referred to.<\/span><\/p>\n

Never in my life would I have thought that in the events that followed the beginning of a regular school week, a random check-up would end up spawning a highly angst-filled, incredibly confusing, and quickly-unfolding mess.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u2746 ALTERNATE PROLOGUE I squirm against the worn leather, my breath coming out in short gasps as I lie trapped beneath the imposing body that all but crushes me into the cramped back seat. His thigh muscles clench rhythmically between my own, echoing the primal pulse redoubling in my core. My wrists ache from where he grips them tightly over my head, pinning me down. The glint of the wedding band on his left finger winks at me, a ruthless reminder of why this is wrong. Why I shouldn\u2019t crave… Lee mas<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-2975","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2975","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2975"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2975\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2975"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2975"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2975"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=2975"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}