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158 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 10, 2013
“An honorable man would have given her up before she fell in love, choosing a small hurt over a bigger one later. But I wasn’t that honorable. I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything in a long time, and I would have her until she couldn’t bear it any longer.”
“This is us together. I own it. This body is my plaything. Your ache is mine. Your orgasm is mine. Your hunger is mine. Your dirty thoughts are mine.”
“I’m yours. My pleasure is yours. My wet pussy is yours. You own me, Jonathan. You are the master of my fuck.”
“That smell mixed with the scent of getting tied up and fucked became the smell of complete release, of an orchestra connected by the simple movements of a skilled conductor.”

What you’re breaking isn’t some little, meaningless coupling. We aren’t some casual fuck, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We’re bound at the horizon.

He groaned and with a final thrust, he yanked my hips down, coming inside me while whispering, “Monica, Monica, Monica.”
I could do it, I could belt it out. Fuck her. Fuck her to Sunday. Fuck her with the lights on. Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. It was my room. My song. My audience. My rules. Rule number one? Fuck her.




**Spoiler free, apart from direct quotes**

"Monica, Monica, Monica."


He was the ache between my legs, the desire in my belly, the tingle on my skin, the very embodiment of my gratification.(There are a few spoilers if you haven't read the previous books in the series)
I felt closer to him than I felt to anyone else because he saw parts of me I didn’t. The quivering, weak, fearful parts that I denied existed, he brought out and caressed.Monica is incapable of pretending she hasn't developed deep feelings for Jonathan, but she's struggling with her role as a submissive...
I liked her. She was great. Outstanding. Gorgeous and smart. All those words seemed cheap, though. My rejection of them alarmed me, because they weren’t good enough. I was losing control, and I needed to figure out why.Jonathan is becoming obsessed with Monica. He's trying to figure out how to jump into a serious relationship when the last time he was burned so badly...

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He was the ache between my legs, the desire in my belly, the tingle on my skin, the very embodiment of my gratification.
"What you’re breaking isn't some little, meaningless coupling. We aren’t some casual fuck, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We're bound at the horizon"
Her sexuality wasn't coy or cute. She wasn't saucy; she was feral. Her very presence on the earth stirred me.

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Get on your knees.
What we made together was greater than what I would have created myself. Monica was the perfect canvas for me. The rest was going to have to fall into place. She was mine. What we had was mine.


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"
INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley"





"When I say you're a king, you are. You rule the world. You have everything. You can do whatever you want."

"Jonathan."
"Monica."
"Wait."
"No."
"You're Mine."
"Tangerine."

He was the ache between my legs, the desire in my belly, the tingle on my skin, the very embodiment of my gratification.

"This is us together. I own it. This body is my plaything. Your ache is mine. Your orgasm is mine. Your hunger is mine. Your dirty thoughts are mine."

I wanted Jonathan again. I had about an inch of my body, somewhere, that wasn't throbbing and sore. He needed to find it and fuck it.