“Am I hurting you at all?”“Not enough,” he whispered. “Make me bleed.”

“I’ve got you baby,” she whispered. The pain inside was unbearable – worse than anything in his experience. He couldn’t breathe. “It hurts,” he gasped. “God, it hurts. Mercy,” he begged her, rubbing his face against her belly. “Mercy, Aggie. Mercy.”

“Just love me, Myrna," he whispered against her lips. "Please."~Brian "Master" Sinclair”

“My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what I want, but make me work for it.”

“What else makes you hot?" You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.”

“He grinned. "It's more of a personal challenge. Do you have any interest in getting to know me at all? Personally, I mean.""Can't I just Google you? Isn't your entire life somewhere online?"He scowled. "Probably.”

“Just tell me one more personal thing about yourself. I’m much more comfortable with Gabe than I am with Force.”“Force equals mass times acceleration,” he said.”