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332 pages, Paperback
First published February 10, 2016


Faye fucking Devere was a livewire of pure fucking filth. And I wanted her. Even the bits of her that drove me to fucking despair.

“I make decisions, I take charge, I boss people around, that’s who I fucking am!”
I unravelled the telephone cable and doubled it, wrapping one end around my hand. I tested it through the air and it made a savage whirring noise.





“I want a dominant man who knows when to kneel. A man who leads, but knows when to follow. A man who can punish me, and use me, and make me fall apart for him, but knows how to do the same in return.”
“I wanted to mark her, I wanted me on her, I wanted her body tainted with mine, branded permanently with my own dirty fucking need for this reckless, frivolous, delicate fucking creature.”
“I looked into his eyes and there was a whole playground of emotions there. Anger, and lust, and concern. But not disgust, and not the vaguest glimpse of hatred, not towards me.”

“I want a dominant man who knows when to kneel. A man who leads, but knows when to follow. A man who can punish me, and use me, and make me fall apart for him, but knows how to do the same in return.”
“I wanted to mark her, I wanted me on her, I wanted her body tainted with mine, branded permanently with my own dirty fucking need for this reckless, frivolous, delicate fucking creature.”
“I looked into his eyes and there was a whole playground of emotions there. Anger, and lust, and concern. But not disgust, and not the vaguest glimpse of hatred, not towards me.”



"You're highly strung, Faye, the slightest thing and you're off like a rocket, dramatic and hysterical and so fucking annoying.





"Humility. Devotion. Submission. Truth. Loyalty. Equality. Real equality." "I want a dominant man who knows when to kneel. A man who leads, but knows when to follow. A man who can punish me, and use me, and make me fall apart for him, but knows how to do the same in return. Only when I need him to, of course. It's about the sentiment rather than the routine.

He's the one who always wants everything on his own terms, not me.
I'd quit everything I'd ever started..... bailing out as soon as life didn't live up to the pretty Faye dream."
"He (the MMC) means something. Just not enough."
"He (the MMC) will never hold up to Vincent."
"I should forget about the pair of them and get myself some therapy.
"My parents call me Princess Drama.
Her: "I want more. I want equality!"
Him: "So fucking earn it. Be an equal. Equal in effort. Equal in contribution."
"You are so fuckjng dramatic, Faye. Pull yourself down from the ceiling and stop all the stupid fucking flouncing."
"Tell me you want it?" "I want YOU.





















