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374 pages, ebook
First published March 27, 2015
On the coffee table beside the sofa, there were stacks of books. Greedily I perused the spines, reading the titles.
"Pick one."
My heart thumped harder. How silly, to get excited over a book or two, something that should be my right. How pitiful that I was reduced to this.
"Thank you. I love you when you're honest. It pleases me. I want you to suck on my fingers whilst I make you come."
Love. The word fell past me. He dared say that?
I'd lost my taste for ordering or performing homicide. Guess I'd never had one. With business... I'd just disconnected from what I'd told someone to do. It had been like firing an employee, necessary, nasty, but someone had to make the decisions.
... this book had helped me to see that if I looked beyond the avalanche of his arrogance and sadism and immorality, there had existed a man who had something worthwhile to him.
I couldn't sum up those qualities, or him, easily, couldn't put them in a neat box and declare there it is, but there was something good beneath the monster.




