“Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say?I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat. I love you with a raw, bleeding need that I've never understood.And all I know for sure is that you can never be mine.”

“What are you going to have?” he asked. “A nervous breakdown,” she muttered and opened her menu. So we’ll tell the waitress to make that a double, he thought.”

“He saw clearly the truth other men didn’t. If you gave anyone the power to hurt you, soon enough, they were going to use it.”

“I never realize how much I miss you until I see you again,” hewhispered in her ear.”

“I’m on the benevolent side of antisocial. I don’t mind people, but I’d prefer not to have a lot of them around.”

“How exactly are you supposed to force your way into someone's life? Like I said, I have nothing she wants anymore. Not even, or especially not, my love.”

“When you're like this, Vadim, I want to own you, and taste you, burrow all the way into your body until I feel so much it fucking hurts and your scent clings to every pore. I want to hurt you, tear you apart, fuck you until you plead and scream and bleed, and all that, because I can never get enough of you.”