“I should have told you. I guess I...wanted you to know. I wanted you to know what I needed, but maybe you couldn't understand that what I needed was you.""Do you need me?""I can survive without you, but it's only that. Surviving. I want to live.”

“I’ve always loved you.” A shudder worked through him, and he pulled her closer. “I’ve always wanted you. They don’t have a word for how much I need you. Everything good I am, everything good I’ve ever done…it’s all you. You make me a king. Without you, I’m just another psychotic thug.”

“Well?”“Well, what” she asked.“Are we gonna do this or not?”… “Do what? Should I whine and complain like the little bitch I am so you can pat me on the head and buy me something pretty to shut me up?”

“I can’t do this without you. I can’t be Dallas without Lex.”

“What can I say. We like our women only mostly tamed. Where’s the fun in a woman who’d never stab you just a little, if you pissed her off bad enough?”

“He knows what’s his.”Lex’s knees went weak. “Do you know, Dallas?”“Every fucking thing I see,” he replied, close enough for his breath to stir the hair at her temple. “But you most of all. You above everyone.”

“That’s the funny thing about these collars … Most men put them on women they plan to regularly fuck the shit out of.”His lips twitched. “I put them on women who get off on having me fuck the shit out of them however, wherever and whenever I want.”… “But you think that isn’t me.”