“You deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserved to be fucked until you can’t stand up.”

“He’s a fucking fool”Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.”“I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.”“Yes.”…“Would it help if we fucked?”

“Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in response. “And fucking beautiful.” His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget everything else,” he said, “And Get. On. That. Bed.”

“Some time just after one and somewhere in between awake and asleep, Sophie moved beneath him again. Tangled limbs. Entwined fingers. Damp cheeks. Bruised hearts.”

“You deserve better, Keara."I know I deserve better. But my fucked up heart and mind keep telling me that I don't want better. I want Ruly.”

“I'm your responsiblity now. You created me. You made me this way. This is your fucking mess. If you suddenly care about morality, then don't make me go. "Let me stay. I'll be your slave. I'll be your whore. I'll never fight you. I won't disobey. Whatever you want, just don't make me go back. Please. I can't live in that world anymore. You know it's true. I just want to be yours.”

“You deserve better. You deserve someone you can touch. Who has the capability to…..feel.”