“I’m the one with the dick and you’re the one that wants it,’ he gently said. ‘It’s not complicated.”
“I think I love you or everything about you which may or may not be love but close enough to be scary. You’ll forget me an hour after I’m gone and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.”
“I know what you’re doing and you can just stop this ultimate control shit.’
‘Make me,’ he softly said.
‘It’s not a game, Dominic.’
‘Everything’s a game, babe . Business, life, fucking.’ He smiled. ‘But any game with you is extra special…”
“No, not at all.’ Her temper was intriguing. He rarely experienced opposition in his life, and it seemed Miss Hart scarcely uttered a compliant word – unless she was half asleep.”
“Innocence waiting to be fucked, he pleasantly thought. And his, he decided with the proprietary instincts of a modern princeling.”
“I want you to understand who’s in charge of your climax the next few days,’ he coolly said. ‘So there’s no misunderstandings.”
“And what was left behind was an unblinking enigma of a man, ruthless, without borderlines, slippery as mist, beautiful, passionate, remote. And totally and irredeemably loveable.”
“I like Hollywood happy endings.’
‘I thought you might.’
‘You say it like there’s something wrong with happily ever after.’
‘On the contrary, if only it were true the world would be a better place.’
‘Welcome to my reality.’
‘That’s what comes from making too much money.”
“I don’t mind, really. I’ll try to be better.’ If anyone in Knight Enterprises had heard Dominic’s response , they would have thought their CEO had finally gone over the edge into some neurotic psychosis due to overwork. I’ll try to be better. Mea culpas weren’t his style.”
“Dominic smiled. ‘Good. Then it might not be such an expensive piece of ass after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some apologizing to do. A helluva lot of apologizing. Give me a week at least before you reschedule. Katherine is agitated,’ he grimaced, ‘and with good reason. I’m going to need a few days to calm her down.”
“Dominic stared at her in stunned disbelief. Female resistance didn’t exist in his world.”
“Stop,’ he grumbled, ‘or you’ll get a spanking instead of an apology.’
‘Are you kidding me? Thanks to you I almost OD’d on orgasms.”
“…a long-haired, younger, super-lean Dominic Knight with sleek, corded muscles and the loose-limbed grace of a large jungle cat. Even in the unprofessional video one could see the hint of menace in the spring-coiled twitch of his hand holding the crop.”
“You’re the kind of man who might leave scars,’ she said a moment later, her voice deliberate as though clarifying her position not just to him but to herself.
‘But you’re also the kind of man who might end up leaving a tattoo on my sex life that I’ll enjoy looking at later.”
“You’re lucky I like you,’ he said with a grin.
‘Do you really?’
He hesitated a fraction of a second.
But her eyes were huge with entreaty.
He knew what she wanted to hear.
‘Yes, really,’ he whispered.
He might have even meant it.”
“He went absolutely still for a split second, an error message flashing wildly in his brain. Another second passed before he resumed breathing, then another before he concluded that the conversation about procreation at lunch was to blame for his bizarre thoughts.”
“Once she was resting on his thighs and thoroughly impaled, her impatience, momentarily assuaged with her drug of choice buried deep within her, she whispered…”
“A slow-motion kiss that took the place of the million things she wanted to say to him and couldn’t because he didn’t want to hear them. About pragmatism and the sad ache of regret. About love and longing, about the shadow of fear that was so strong it was making her ears buzz. About the rising panic of losing him.”
“Moments mattered in life; they zipped by too fast, or you were looking the other way when you should have been paying attention. Either way you missed them.”
“If you need anything, ask your butler.’
‘Butler?’ There was a word that had never before entered her life.
‘They come with the suites.”
“But he was a businessman first; there was time enough for other things once Miss Hart had done her job. Since he’d lost Julia, he was indifferent to women for anything other than sex and that was available anywhere. Miss Hart’s sexual function was immaterial.”
“I hope we didn’t bruise anything.’
‘Yours or mine,’ she almost said, the imprint of his sizeable dick stamped on her thigh.”
“Before the driver came to a complete stop, Dominic had leaped from the car and was striding towards the private jet, his phone to his ear.”
“He shouldn’t even be thinking about dragging her into his wayward world of carnal games. He should give her a free pass. Or maybe just give her the illusion of a free pass. Cold-blooded manipulation or decency? What would it be?”
“He shrugged . ‘That’s part of the game. Excess is an escape for me, a defence against old ghosts and what seems at times a soulless reality – present company excepted, of course,’ he said with a small smile.”
“Have you ever noticed that those who do the least complain the most and those who know the least talk the most?”
“Moments mattered in life; you missed them or they zipped by too fast, or you were looking the other way when you should have been paying attention. Either way you missed them.”
“What is in that word "honor"? What is that "honor"? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.”
“For me, without question and despite certain Oracle of Delphi moments concerning my own thighs, it was my belly. The belly that refused to turn into abs no matter how many crunches I performed or how few carbs I ate. (This obviously led to alternating phases wherin there were no crunches and only carbs, to soothe the pain.) Either way, the belly hung there over the edge of my otherwise fabulous low-slung jeans, rounded and spiteful, despite my best efforts. I was convinced the belly made me a troll. That it was disfiguring. That it was the outward evidence of my true inner unlovableness. No one could convince me otherwise.”
“All I'm out for is a good time - all the rest is propaganda.”
“This is the true meaning of exile : some insurmountable force that keeps you from going back.”
“I don't know if there is any place on this earth that I belong.”
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