In Flight

Life hurts. As long as it doesn’t kill us, we weather it.

I’m going to ruin you. I’ll be your first, and I’ll fuck you so thoroughly that I’ll be your last too. You won’t want any other man after I’ve gotten my hands on you.

I knew I had a problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.

If you are having trouble understanding, let me spell it out for you … This is serious, Bianca. I’ve never been more fucking serious in my life.

Even mosochists need lovers. What would a girl like me do without someone like you? Perhaps everyone is good for someone.

He lay down beside me, pulling me back to his chest and throwing his arm over me. “Mine,” he whispered in my ear.

You are the most perfect fucking thing I've ever seen in my life

It was hard to remember that we weren't supposed to feel anything for each other when he looked at me like I was more important than the next breath.

In private, though, you may call me Mr. Cavendish

I had fallen in love with a perfect lie.

You’re the most gorgeous creature on the planet. How do you not know that you’ve completely ruined me for other men?

Somebody is smitten with my Buttercup.

I want you to feel what I’m feeling, Bianca. I want you to feel this uncontrollable need. I can’t stand the thought that you’re indifferent to me.

You have such dreams in your eyes.

How could such a beautiful man be insecure?

That will get you fucked in a hurry, Love.

Is it possible I’m not as sexy as I think I am?

Yes, you scare me,” I told him, after a very long silence, while I processed his answer. “But I’m irrevocably fucked up, so you excite me in equal measures. I find it liberating, to let someone control me…

It gave me an extraordinary feeling, being on the receiving end of such a stare. It made me feel like I was more important than air to him for a brief, profound moment.

My past has shaped me, that's true of anyone.

Taking care of you," he said mildly. "I'm getting you ready for bed right now. And if you start throwing up all of that poison you drank tonight, I'll take you to the bathroom and hold your hair out of your face for you.

You can call me Grandpa, if that does it for you.

It isn’t fair for a man that perfect to be loose among the public.

Wear that," he told me. I didn't protest. It was comfortable enough. I grabbed a bra and some panties out of my dresser. He followed me there, digging through the drawer without asking. "Nice," he said. "I ordered you a few dozen more pairs. The last line of defensebetween me and your pussy is bound to take some casualties.

I want you to be mine, Bianca. Will you be my submissive?

Please.” His voice was quiet. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you. What can I do?

He began to work on me with his mouth, making me pant and beg in scant seconds. After coaxing a quick, intense orgasm out of me, he rose.

Voy a arruinarte — susurró — Voy a ser tu primero, y te voy a joder tan a fondo que voy a ser el último, también. No querrás a ningún otro hombre después de que haya conseguido poner mis manos sobre ti. Hasta el último centímetro de ti.