You aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it's such a honor for me to touch you." He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. "You think you're the first high-kick wench I've ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You've gotten it for free.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

He looked like a fallen angel, replete with all the dangerous male beauty that Lucifer could devise.

...she could only wait for someone, something, to free her from the invisible chains that bound her.

Most of the time when couples argue, it’s not really about the thing they’re fighting about; there’s a deeper reason why they’re arguing.

It's a mistake, you know. You have no idea what you'll be exposed to...the obscenities and lewd comments, the lecherous gazes, the groping and pinching...and that's just my house. Imagine what it would be like here.