The Mistress

You know Søren’s not a vampire, right? He’s a sadist. You don’t turn kinky just because he bites you.

Don't be afraid" he whispered against her lips "This life is nothing but one blink of God's eyes. He'll blink again, and we'll be back together

Love versus love. King, you’re comparing infinities. There is no ‘more.’ That’s not how love works. If it’s love, it’s infinite. You can’t count it.

Mon Dieu, the entire vanilla world has taken over my house. Fine. Both of you stay. Have tea. Turn everyone in my house boring. -Kingsley

Will these books be comedies or tragedies?” “Both. Just like life.

If you choose, Little One... I can own you. You would be my property. mine alone.

Our Nora has a magic pussy. It’s the opposite of the Bermuda Triangle. Lost men sail into it and then find themselves.

Oh, yes, poor little me. Had to have sex with the two most beautiful men on the planet in the same night. It was torture by orgasm. All, I don’t know, five or six of them.

Every night, my love. All nights are yours.

Let go with me. Let me comfort you with my body...there's no shame in forgetting for a night even if you know you'll remember in the morning.

Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn’t do to help you. And nothing I wouldn’t do to save you. Nothing.

He was the son of this bitchy book reviewer. Totally blasted my first book. Called all my lovely kinksters ‘sick’ and ‘abusive.’ So I got my payback by sickly abusing her youngest all night long.” “And you felt guilty about that?” “Not the sex. The note I sent Mom the next day.” “You sent his mother a note after you seduced her son? What did it say?” “It said...” Nora began, and paused for a breath. Not one of her prouder moments. “It said, ‘Your son gave me five stars last night. And five fingers.’” “You’re smiling.” “I’m trying so hard to feel bad about it. I swear to God I am.

I'd rather see you dead than let him touch you the way he touches me.

I love you,” she said, not able to go on any longer without him hearing those words, without her saying them. “I always loved you. I never once stopped loving you. All those times I said I hated you, I never meant them, not once. I loved every part of you, every secret, every sin. I love what you are and what you do and how you make me feel so scared and so safe all at the same time.

He has to play hard to get hard, I know that. I'm okay with that. More than okay.

I know that love is giving yourself to someone else. Giving yourself to someone without losing yourself

Kingsley...you trust him, right?” Wesley asked, not sure he trusted the man at all. “With my life,” Søren said, still not looking at him. “Do you trust him with hers?” “Same answer,” Søren said. “Same question.

I gave him my death as a gift. And now I'm taking it back.

Why do you love me so much, you stupid man?” He smiled down at her. “Because I met you.

No one loves like Nora loves,” Wes said. “I wish I knew how she did it, how she could love so hard and still stay sane.

You grow up. You move on. You find someone new. And for God's sake, you don't ask the first woman who lets you fuck her to marry you.

Years later she finally realized what he’d been doing by making her wait so long. He’d given her a reason to leave him. A very good reason. He loved her enough to let her go even before he’d had her. And she’d loved him enough to wait for him.

She'll be in a better mood once we're done with her.

He was so handsome she wanted to demand an apology from him.

I’ve loved Eleanor as long as you’ve been alive but it’s wrong of me to dismiss your feelings for her simply because they’re younger than mine.

You were in love, not stupid. They're two very different diseases with identical symptoms.

The things she could do with her mouth would blow any man off course.

If he wasn’t in a meeting he was in a beating.

You call the police if your car gets stolen. You don’t call them for anything that matters.