“Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me.”

“He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding me to him and the other fisting in my hair."You're one challenging woman," He kisses me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners. "It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you're mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I'll buy you a fucking car," he growls.”

“It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you're mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I'll buy you a fucking car" Christian Grey”

“I hate fighting with you,” he whispers.“Well, stop being such an arse.”He chuckles and the captivating sound reverberates through his chest. He tightens his hold on me. “Arse?”“Ass.”“I prefer arse.”“You should. It suits you.”

“You like the car. I like the car. I've fucked you in it... Perhaps I should fuck you on it.”

“Oh, fuck the paperwork”

“Ten thousand dollars." I hear Lily's gasp of disbelief behind me.Oh fuck."Fifteen"Twenty," counters Christian quietly.Twenty-five," the stranger says."One hundred thousand dollars," he says his voice ringing clear and loud through the marquee."What the fuck?" Lily hisses audibly behind me, and a general gasp of dismay and amusement ripple through the crowd.”