Jessica – “You might be a Mistress, but you’re also in our gang. And a woman needs her posse around her when things go bad.

Strength could be found in the determination to get where a person needed to go. In just keeping on.

Can’t you hurry? Please?” “It’ll get done when it gets done, lady.

Give me her damn address, you sadistic bastard.

Concrete meets face. Face loses.

Nice shooting, Zeb.” Zeb shrugged off the compliment and returned to instructing. “Sight with both eyes. Breathe out. Squeeze gently, like you’d stroke a male’s balls.” His lips quirked. “Oh.

Note to self: never ask this man if a dress makes me look fat.

After I kill someone, I like to sit in the shower and cry.” “Of course. It’s good to have traditions.” He tucked her into his side as easily as if she were Jamie.

You know, there are very few people I could tell that to and have them laugh instead of calling the cops. Or mental health.

Unlike the in-your-face authority of other Doms, Master Jake’s power was a lazy riptide, drawing a submissive under his command before she even realized she’d surrendered.