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350 pages, ebook
First published August 19, 2013
"You can have my body. You'll take better care of it than I ever have."
"You don't have to fight. Let me do it for you."
Fucking was comprehensible. Fucking was neat and fast and clean, even when it was messy. This was something else.
Seduction.
"I mean, I'll suck you off while he's beating you if that's your favorite thing, but I'm a possessive bitch. I want to be the one who makes you wobbly."
“Her fragile, wounded heart beat too fast, and she knew when she opened her mouth that she was offering it to him. If she was lucky, he'd be too distracted to realize it was busted until she'd jammed enough of the pieces back together to make it worth a damn. "I trust you.”
No, not just a roar. Female screams of approval cut above the noise, and she saw a swell of movement over her opponent's shoulder. The O'Kane women, standing on the couches and cheering her on like she was their champion. Like she was one of them. She was gonna kick Elvis's fucking ass.
“There was no answer he could give that would fix things, and that hurt most of all. "I always do the same thing. Love everyone who crosses my path. Love 'em as much as I can, for as long as they need.”
"You don't want to won my body. You want me to give it to you, every damn time."
"Every time."
"Because it belongs to me. It's mine."
"Yours. Give it to me."
"She was safe. Every second he denied himself to focus on her branded that truth more deeply into her flesh."
"She'd marked his skin. Only fair, since he'd marked her world."
"This must be what it felt like to want someone."
"She'd kicked ass in the cage. She'd beaten down her past, reclaimed her pride, proven to all the people who'd seen her shamed that she wasn't a victim anymore.
If she wanted to have sex in a warehouse while a filthy threesome played out in front of her, she fucking well would."
"This had to be the way the O'Kane women felt when they were on their knees, smug and drunk on the power of watching big tough men pretend they were issuing orders instead of begging."
"He wanted it again, the feeling that she would gladly put her body in his hands because she knew it's be all right. This time, it wasn't about sex. It was about her faith in him, her confidence that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her."
"You're my favorite of all the people who've ever kidnapped me."
It was sweet, in a sad, twisted sort of way – which pretty much described both of them perfectly. "You're absolutely my favorite person I've ever kidnapped."
Dallas: „Why do you think being a better man matters so damn much? The sex, that's good, but it's not the prize. Trust is the prize, and the fight's not about winning it or keeping it. It's about deserving it, and that's a fight a man's got to have with himself. Every fucking day."
"Fucking. It doesn't start when you get naked, not the way I do it."
"Take it deep, baby. So fucking deep."
It didn’t make her feel better. It made her feel naked, because the emotion lurking behind his eyes wasn’t fear or dislike, it waspity…Trent had picked her for a reason. She’d had a reputation.
No one remembered it. They looked at her now and saw a victim, and as long as she had to face that reflected back at her everywhere she turned, it was all she’d ever be. They’d smother what was left of her pride in well-meaning sympathy.
Maybe she was too broken to deserve being loved.
“Will you buy me a real bed?
“I’ll build it with my own two hands if you want.”
Her head popped up, and she smiled as if he’d offered her the world, gilded and wrapped with a bow.
Sin on the rocks.
"No one's too broken. But you can't fix a damn thing. All you can do is figure out which ones want to fix themselves, then give them the tools to get the job done."
He was living, breathing sin, and Cruz was tired of resting temptation.
"Help her," Cruz rasped, putting a harsh command behind the words. Giving in to the darkness. "Help her suck my dick." Ace's smile was pure, smug victory. "I thought you'd never ask."
Now that he'd been inside her, Six knew the truth. Bren didn't fuck. He possessed.
“Fucking. It doesn’t start when you get naked, not the way I do it.”
“You’re not a guest.” He watched her intently. “This is your home.”
Home. Longing hollowed out her chest, a craving for a concept she could barely fathom, because it started with safety. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a home before.”
He held her gaze, his eyes locked with hers. “I’m going to do this again,” he rasped. “Lay you out where there isn’t any damn part of you I can’t taste. That’s what I want. You.”
“Your safe place … Right here, with me.”
Fucking was comprehensible. Fucking was neat and fast and clean, even when it was messy. This was something else.
Seduction.
“Relax,” Bren whispered. “Trust me to give it to you.”
“I’m never going to be a submissive person. But if what you wanna do is be in charge of getting me off a million times a night, I’m not about to argue.”
His hand drifted down between her shoulder blades, strong and unyielding. “You won’t just let me, will you? You’ll love every second of it.”
“Probably … But I want more. I want to be what you need, too. All of it.”
Fucking. It doesn’t start when you get naked, not the way I do it.
“We’re hot, we’re shallow, and everyone wants to fuck us because we know all the best tricks.”