6 Quotes by M.K. Gilher

I lay my cheek on his solid back. I realize this is the real Jacade. The man who’s strong and fierce, but vulnerable and damaged. Confident and dominating, but generous and kind.

He leans in close to me and pauses. I recoil a tad and see his eyebrows shoot up in disapproval. What was that? A warning? A silent command just with his eyes? I freeze, but I’m not sure why. My mind is telling me to run screaming past this psycho, but my body is reacting to his command. My body isn’t moving.

The kind of man you see across a club in a very expensive suit, sitting with his legs spread wide and his arms draped over the back of a leather couch. You just know he has tons of glamorous women begging to go home with him. What they don’t know is they’re all probably going home with him for an orgy. Just because he can.

He lowers his mouth to my right ear and whispers, “It’s believed when people lose one of their senses, it heightens all others. That’s why you’re blindfolded.” He takes a breath. “I want your complete and utter trust.” He pushes himself up against my backside, causing me to stumble forward somewhat. He grabs my hips to steady me. “By giving me your trust, Ivy, you’re letting me always be there to catch you.

These are the rules. First, you don’t speak unless I tell you to. Second, you do everything I say. No questions asked. No hesitating or arguing. No attitude.” He’s staring into the depths of my soul, searching for my reaction to his words. Without thinking, like I always do, I open my mouth to speak. He stares at me with a look of disapproval and shakes his head back and forth. “No words, Ivy. Those are the rules.

She’s here. I’m touching her. My fingertips to her silky skin. Flesh to flesh. She’s okay. Still as stunning as ever. My girl. I’m good now.