You hold your head up. You submitting to me doesn't mean you're anything less...the very last thing I want is for you to be some mindless puppet.

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.

His gaze narrowed and she could see his hands twitching again like he’d love nothing more than to throttle her. She was beginning to think it was an affliction of his. Did he go around wanting to choke the life out of everyone or was she special in that regard? “I’m afraid ’tis an urge that is entirely original to you,” the laird barked. She clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes. Mother Serenity had vowed one day Mairin would regret her propensity to blurt out her least little thought. Today just might be that day.

Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. - Faith

Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn’t just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.

And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it.