Lee Ching

“You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I can’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“You definitely have the voice for phone sex, but I've got to go. I have a date with my vibrator."

"Oh, Eva." Cross spoke my name in a decadent purr. "You're determined to drive me to my knees, aren't you? What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B.O.B.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“Are you sleeping with anyone?”

The question was asked so casually it took a second to process what he’d said.

I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?”

He looked at me and I saw what I’d seen the first time we’d met—tremendous power and steely control. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. Again. At least I didn’t fall this time; I was making progress.

“Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You