“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”

“He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.”

“Well hell. He’d gotten sucked right into caring for this little bundle of troubles.”

“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”

“Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me.”

“It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.”

“Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~”