Ok so wtf and why is this now my favorite forbidden goals book?? I really thought no one could outdo Jack and Bryant for me but here we are 😭 Last 15% of the book had me crying like a baby and now I don’t know what to do!!! Why is it so hard for me to write reviews on books I love like what😅 I don’t know what it was about them but I was quite frankly pinned down IMMEDIATELY. There’s something about a completely submissive MMC that does it for me and man Beck was the most sub to EVER sub and I ate that up. The words that came out of Brody’s mouth at times had me gagged like I’m sorry but the whole baby girl thing??? Bye 😩🧎 Like I was ready to beg him too if I’m being completely honest.
Brody’s backstory was also freaking sad but on top of that was the caretaker role he had that made him that much more lovable. I always say, there’s nothing better than a dom who’s both gentle and a huge softy. I loved the way the relationship between him and Beck developed seamlessly even throughout Beck’s denial and cowardice, and avoidance of Pierce’s blatant bullying. But as things got deeper Beck noticed more and more how safe he felt around Brody and that it was time he stood up for him. It was time for him to acknowledge and accept who he was and who he wanted to be with, no matter how hard he tried to ward it away. And the way Brody didn’t want to force him to come out of the closet just as long as he accepted himself?? I really do love that man.
The Christmas at his family’s house when Beck over made me sick. The ways in which Beck was able to experience what a true family felt like and what it really meant to be surrounded by love and acceptance. The ways in which he told Brody he loved him like 5 times in one day after showing up at his doorstep sick over Brody thinking that he betrayed him??? He quite frankly was just over hiding himself and could no longer risk the idea of ever losing Brody. He really ripped his father a new one before that and told him he was gay AND that he was the one beneath Brody and I was so proud of him in that moment. I loved when he told Brody he defended himself and not only did Brody say how proud he was of him, but that he was proud of himself too and that was just everything 🥹
Seeing everyone rally around Brody after his altercation with Pierce and writing words of support after that douche bags incessant and disgusting bullying made me so emotional. He couldn’t believe that these people stood up for him and believed him and I just UGH can’t deal. Like yes, you really do deserve all good things in life and it’s best you remember that!!
I seriously was not expecting to love this as much as I did. I really just loved these two and what they brought out in each other. How Brody trusted in Beck to be honest with himself and his feelings and what he wanted, and how Beck trusted in Brody to be his safe space in all aspects of their relationship. That he would wear that damn collar around his neck and be the most good girl to ever exist!! I just know none of that made sense and I definitely missed out on some thoughts I had but I guess I’ll stop before I write an entire book report. But like how do I request more of them? I desperately need more sappy scenes (I guess I didn’t cry enough) and I also need a bonus scene or something on a conversation between Brody and Beck’s dad. I just want to see Brody rip into him too 😂
And um, it goes without mentioning that the spice in this book actually goes crazy. The first explicit scene between them will probably take up some decent space in my brain. It was just a perfect representation and introduction to how much of a sub Beck is and I loved that 🤭
— quotes 🥰 (it’s always a lot)
“I know this man is going to ruin me. Again.”
“I can tell by the way his eyes flick to mine whenever his skin comes in contact with mine. Like he’s cataloguing every reaction to the little jolts of electricity that course through me. Like he can feel the deep and uncomfortable awareness I’ve spent over two years shoving into a locked room inside my chest.”
“It’s like he crafted his personality from a manual titled How to Make Brody Miller’s Dick Hard and Life Difficult, Vol. 1.”
“Because I can lie with my voice. But my body won’t let me. My body is pulsing with adrenaline and panic and something far, far more dangerous. Something I definitely don’t want Brody Miller to see. Something I have spent years burying so deep I hoped it would die. But it’s not dead. It’s alive, clawing its way out of me from the inside, hissing and starving.”
“”You’re so weak for me, I bet it wouldn’t take more than one word to make you lose your shit and make a mess all over yourself like the pathetic little man you are.” A whimper escapes me. A fucking whimper.” — “”Come.” One word. One simple, clipped command given in a low, gravelly voice. And I am undone.” (THIS SCENE LIKE OMG AND THE WHIMPER???)
“Think less and pay attention to me more. Because right now, I’m in charge. You might get to be top dog everywhere else, but right now, I’m your fucking captain. Understand?” — “What’s wrong, puppy? Don’t want to call me captain?” (I’m sorry puppy??!!! 😩)
“He buckles like he’s been shot. And then he moans into my mouth like he’s dying. No. Like he’s coming. He’s coming. In his pants. Because of a kiss. Fuck. Me.” (I’m so gagged like truly)
“If you want to play my game, you have to play by my rules. And only good girls get to come. So, are you a good girl or aren’t you, Becky?”
“Has he been… holding off entirely? I told him I wouldn’t make him come, but did he interpret that as not being allowed to come at all? And he fucking obeyed?” (SUB CORE TO THE T!!!)
“I’m a good girl,” he wails, the words tearing out of him on a sob. “I’m your good girl—” — “That’s fucking right you are.”
“Do you want to know what you taste like?” — “You taste like sin and sweet desperation,” I say, surprised when he doesn’t argue about being desperate. “You taste like mine.”
“My body knows better than my brain does. Because the truth is, I get a hit, a visceral jolt of lightning through my whole self, every time I’m around Beck. Something inside me recognizes him, like I’ve been waiting my entire life for someone with his exact combination of arrogance, panic, and submissive need hiding under a perfectly starched collar.”
“It was Brody, of course, who gave me the opportunity to try so much more. So, so much more. But the acceptance of the only person who’s ever loved me is what gave me the confidence to admit to her, and myself, that this is part of who I am.” (🥹🥹)
“It’s so hard not to give in and give him what he wants, what we both want because the only thing better than making him beg for me is making him come for me. Hearing my name on his lips as he shatters to pieces.”
“Tell me who you belong to, Becky.” — “”Y-you,” he whimpers immediately.” — “I’m your good girl.”
“These kisses aren’t frantic or desperate, they don’t hurt, and they aren’t driven by a need to dominate or consume him. They’re cautious kisses, learning how to fit together like puzzles that were missing pieces.”
“This is different,” — “It’s different because he’s not fighting me. It’s different because he’s letting himself feel.”
“I don’t like that the idea of being devoured by him is so enticing. And I absolutely do not, under any circumstances, enjoy feeling like a soft, delicate thing in his grasp. I hate being petted and cooed at like a weak little pet. Even more, I hate turning and presenting myself when he so much as blinks at me the right way, because some primal instinct gets triggered in his presence. I’ve come to terms with the fact that all these things are true. But I don’t want them to be true.”
“I want you to fuck me…” he says, voice trailing off as if he’s unsure of what he said and might want to take it back. But then he lifts his chin and pulls his shoulders back. “You heard me, Brody. And I mean it.”
“We’re here because you looked at me like that in the courtyard.” — “Like I’m something special or some shit. Not because of my academic or athletic achievements, or because you want something from me. Not because I have something to prove. It’s because you looked at me like that, then kissed me like you just did, and it was hot and I fucking want to.”
“When I mark you from the inside, baby girl, you’re going to know you belong to me.” — “I already said I’m yours.”
“Brody pushes me, yes. He takes control, yes, but only because he knows I want him to—need him to. He’s never truly forceful and would never cross that line. Somewhere, deep down, I trust him in a way that terrifies me.”
“I don’t want him to mistake my words for anything other than exactly what they are. Acceptance of myself. “Actually, I’m usually the one beneath him.”” (YEAHHH IKTR!!!)
“I don’t know who he talked to or what they said, but I promise I didn’t tell him. I would never do that to you. I… I love you.” (I cant😭)
“I was mostly furious at myself for carelessly falling in love with a rich, uptight douchebag who did everything he could to make my life miserable for three months. I was mad I fell for it. For you.” — “You love me?” — “You’re still a pretentious asshole.” — “But I’m your pretentious asshole, if you still want me.” — “Obviously.”
“I kiss him again. This time it’s softer, slower. Deeper and dizzy with feelings. Messy, complicated feelings. Love and relief and shame and regret.”
“He’s right, you know,” I say quietly. “You’re the strongest person I know, too.” (This had me sobbing)
“I can’t help feeling like everything that’s happened led me to you,” he says quietly. “In the beginning, you annoyed me and pissed me off. Then I thought you needed me. I thought you were just fun to play with. But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with your pretentious ass.”
“Loving you is the strongest thing I’ve ever done. It feels like gaining a level of strength I didn’t know existed. I am proud to belong to you, Brody. To be yours. And I don’t care if everyone knows it. I’ll wear a collar if it makes you happy.” (Like stop🥹😭)
“I’m really proud of you.” “I’m kind of proud of me, too, actually. Not sure I’ve ever felt that before.” (This also made me super emo)
“Brody,” he says, making my name sound like an apology and a prayer all at once. “You’ve given me everything. You gave me something I didn’t know I was missing.” (Bye bye bye 😭😭)
“You’re going to have traces of me inside you, leaking out of you. I’m going to mark you from the inside, and you’re going to be mine.”
“That was intense and I… Fuck, Becky, I love you.” — “”I love you,” I echo.”
“Such a good girl,” — “Your good girl,” I rasp, dizzy and stupidly happy and absurdly turned on all at the same time. My fingers curl around his wrist where it holds the chain. “Yours.”
“It’s a good thing I can’t get pregnant,” Beck says with a snort. “You sure about that?” (LMFAO)
“You rose above it. You kept showing up. You did your job. That says a lot about who you are. This,” he taps the folder again, “says a lot about who you are. That’s why all these people went to bat for you. Don’t lose sight of that.” (Thanks coach you had me sobbing)
“My boyfriend, Beck. My totally out and mostly confident boyfriend, who still gets to his knees and crawls to me when I catch him in the showers late after practice. Who still obeys when he’s told to meet me in the stairwell with his pants down and his hands on the wall. Who blushes fiercely when we walk out of either of our dorm rooms after I turn him out, but isn’t ashamed.”