You want to be free. You also want to be mine. You can't be both.

How was the sex?” he asked casually.“Excuse me?”“How was it,” said Nicholas, emphasizing each syllable, “when he fucked you? I'm assuming it was a he. Tell me all about it. I want to know.”Jay set her fork down with a ping. “It was fine.”“Dinner is fine. Cable television is fine. I'm asking if, when he was pounding into you at night with his college boy cock, were you screaming the walls down, or were you just lying there calculating last night's tips?

I believe you are familiar with my stance on handcuffs, shape-shifter. Particularly when you’re the one wearing them.

Fuck, Christina.”“Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that.

A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives.

Out running errands—be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you're interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no's. I'm going to do two of the things on that list to you when I get back—your choice. Surprise me.-M

Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.

In her view, there were threeoptions for a woman. If you were beautiful, you got married. If youwere ugly, you became a nun. If you were beautiful and stupid, orugly and dishonorable, you became a whore.