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Life isn’t about what you deserve, it’s about making the best of what you have.

I let it overtake me, the passion and the pain. He is the water, and I’m the ocean floor, held down by his weight, made soft with his motion, finding peace in the riotous waves above me.

We’re a long way from the man who told me about poetry and childhood dreams, but I can’t forget that he did. He’s the same man, light and dark, petal and thorn.

There are no happy endings for the beast.

Pain sounded the same, all ages and races.

He has his own plan – and no use for God’s.

He wasn’t an animal. He was the most intelligent, complicated person I’d ever met. He may not be good or virtuous, but he was human, flawed and powerful. And I cried because he needed me too.

I wanted to take your wounds into my own body, feel the pain instead of you. Not once have I thought you were anything but beautiful.

I never claimed to do the right thing.

Beneath her seductive touch, he trembled with need, with hope. But he’d wanted things before, and they’d exploded right in front of him. He’d dreamed these things before and woken up alone.

I’m acting like a man who got what he paid for. Excellent service. Would you like a review on Yelp? Five stars.

When I think about dying, I think about not seeing Grayson anymore. Like I’ve just crossed a border into a country that’s somehow magical and dark and amazing, and I don’t want to miss it now. I don’t want to lose my connection to Grayson.

Pleasure is a strange concept to a girl who’s lost everything, far too tempting.

The only thing I’m good for is ruining her.

I turned in his arms, blindly, gladly. God. All I’d ever wanted was someone to keep me. To want me, even knowing my faults. Like everything I’d ever sought out myself, with peeling paint and uneven edges and a tendency to fall apart. All I’d ever wanted was to be loved. I.

I have to believe that I’m doing this for a reason. Have to believe that it will be enough. There’s no one left to save us except me.

Giving head was a no-brainer for me. I loved cocks, the way they tasted and felt in my mouth. And just the invasion of it, the submission.

She longed for him to take her, to use her. Anything she could do to bring him pleasure. Anything to bring him peace.

The soldier in me understands collateral damages. It understands statistics. The man wants to hold Samantha close. I’ll burn down the world before I let it singe her.

We’ll do anything for the people we love, even rely on the ones we hate.

I hated that I’d always escaped every horrible scenario and that I’d never had the strength to hurt myself instead.

Last time I’d been bumbling and awkward and, worst of all, real.

There was a rare form of security with a man who had broken laws just to be with me, a surety that he wanted my body, craved it beyond normal reasoning. And.

But I’d know the truth. It took more strength to stand beside someone you loved, even when they were wrong. Especially.

The better question was, what was holding us prisoners?

Sometimes I think history isn’t really what happened. It’s how you look at it.” I.

You were a priest. Of all people, you understand forgiveness.” Something.

I think of Peter Pan flying off into Neverland, taking Wendy with him. I think of sword fights and fairies. That’s how it feels in the clearing – like magic.

It’s not just fear that pulls them. Innocence and fragility and grace.

All you have to give them is your body. Your mind, your soul – that’s your leverage.

If I could magically change fate, I’d never want to know this desperation.

A wise woman would leave him alone. She would take her clothes off. She’d give him her body. But she’d never trust him with her heart.

The hardest part isn’t dying; it’s surviving.

The reporter is doing a profile on me for the magazine. The famous child prodigy.

Control isn’t kink, darling. It’s a way of life.

Salt hits my tongue before the driver opens the door, splashing the sleek leather interior of the limo with watercolor light. This dock homes the most expensive boats in Boston, outfitting them with caviar and champagne before they set sail.

I can’t imagine spreading my legs for him. Then again I can’t imagine spreading my legs for a stranger.

I was left with half an obsession, one side of the deviant coin. Now I needed to reach out and touch someone. I needed to be touched. Hennessey.

I’d felt desire, and that was the scariest thing of all.

Move into jeopardy. Be captured. So simple and yet so hard to do. Surrender.

Stories are powerful.

She looked deep inside him and found him worthy; he tithed with his body, his soul, for a chance to make her come.

Everything you do must be in pursuit of pleasure.

And my body, bless its dirty, shameful heart, had an auto-pilot function. He’d.

We’re all the epicenter of our own wars.

And patience implies waiting. It implies planning.

I didn’t want to be a person that would see a person bleeding out and walk away. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try. After.

My heart clenched. I hated him for what he did. But I loved him as my friend, the one who’d hung out every afternoon and made me smile when my dad hadn’t been back in months. Most of all, I understood him – more than I wanted to. I knew what went on at his house, even if he’d never actually told me. We were all broken, and we turned on each other with our fear and our fists. It was a cold way to live. A familiar one.

I’m not trying to get out. I’m trying to stay in.

Anything you do with other people ends up being a performance.

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