The Submissive

I’ve never been so jealous of water before.” His fingers slid over my skin. “How it can touch you everywhere— all at once.

I will have you do things you never thought possible, but I can also bring you a pleasure you never imagined.

If you choose to wear this, you’ll be marked as mine. Mine to do with as I wish. You will obey me and never question what I tell you to do.

There's a special place in hell for people who mistreat animals.

You were the goddess I longed to worship. My unobtainable dream. The relationship I could never hope to have.

We could have slept anywhere and I wouldn’t have cared. His arms were the heaven I never wanted to leave.

In that moment, I understood that love and hate were opposite sides of the same coin. For as much as I’d loved Nathaniel ten minutes ago, I hated him now.

I’m going to fuck you during the Super Bowl, Abigail.” He bit down on my earlobe, and I sucked in a breath. “As long as you’re quiet, no one will know.

His lips were smooth and strong, and his tongue stroked mine with a passion and yearning that curled my toes. And we weren’t dom and sub; we weren’t master and servant; we weren’t even man and woman. We were lovers...

I never want to leave this shower,” he said, thrusting. “Never want to leave you. ’Cause I’m never going to fucking get enough.

All of life is faith. Just because something has a label doesn't mean it's always going to match the inside. Trust me. Sometimes it takes more faith to believe the label.

Don't be afraid of what's on the inside. I can make a masterpiece with the insides.