“The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.”

“Rage boils through my veins. My heart screams for blood. My hands tremble with the need to squeeze his throat shut.”

“And he was murdered?"..."Stabbed"..."And this has something to do with the strange drugs?"...Personally, I'd never heard of a package insert that listed "fatal stabbing injuries" under a drug's side effects.”

“Her body was designed for pleasure, not speed, and Coop intended to take his time with it.”

“He was right to fear.Patrick stood in the shadows, possessed by a rage so intense that it took every ounce of his control not to kill the bastard.He'd kissed his woman. Touched her. Held her in his arms.Patrick's fists clenched at his sides. Rage seethed inside him, filling his veins. Building and building until his muscles flexed and burned with the pressure to contain it.He wanted to be discovered. Wanted the excuse to vent his rage.Damn the consequences. After what he'd just witnessed, he'd probably lost what chance he had with her anyway.”

“She whimpered, the sound lost in Mike’s mouth. She was entirely his, completely without willpower or volition. His mouth ate at hers, his shoulders curved in to her like some powerful wall of flesh. He moved his hips against her in short, stabbing movements, hands lifting her hips against his.”