Just one Line.

“Strip,” she orders Amber. “Put this on. It is your wedding dress.”
 
She wanted nothing that was his and offered nothing that she owned. She wanted him and gave all that she was.
 
More mystifying than Stefan's power of recovery was that the little shrug and smile he gave her betrayed no trace of smugness or satisfaction with himself. Apparently, he took for granted that this was how it was supposed to work.
 
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To understand another's desire and be the one who could fulfill it was the way to riches.

To be the one who could deny it was the way to power.

She'd learned something useful from her father, after all.
 
“... We love you, Steven. Completely. All seven of us. Wow. Seven. I think you’ve met your quota.”
 
"Vienna went to one basketball game in high school, when we played against Ava Maria Catholic Academy. She made it one quarter before holding up a sign that said 'JESUS LOVES US FOR FREE.'"
 
A chill ran through Lauren, remembering Ethan's warning about the desperate imperative of the addict: protect access to the supply, whatever the cost.
 
"That gown becomes you," I flatter.
"I know. I really like it. Is there any way we can make it a little less... uh... 'public'?"
 
"Awake and thinking. I can see your wheels turn, you know. There are two little open windows in the front of your head."
 
Resting between Stefan and Chelsea, Lauren ran her hand idly over the tight flat rows of muscle along the sides of Chelsea's torso. "I would kill to be in that kind of shape."

"I would kill for a bagel and lox. Thing is, I'm in training all the time these days. I hate it. But not as much as I hate the way I look in that goddamn plastic armor if I don't do it." Chelsea made a sour face. "I got no tits."
 
"It's a mystery, how you manage to make skepticism so alluring."
 
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Lauren learned to like living naked, but not exercising that way.
 
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What am I doing? It was past time to stop asking herself that question. She was always going to do whatever it was, anyway.
 
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"Jeanie stood still, trying not to shrink away from Karen's piercing glance. The slow 'plip! plip! plip!' sound of the cum droplets from her pussy hitting the floor echoed in her ears like a warhammer."

(I got lazy and just stole this from another post I was commenting in).
 
She was not afraid. There was more defiance than dominance in Jakob. Still, she was not about to let him get away with this.
 
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Bullets, bombs, mines, rockets, bayonets, knives, garrote, granades, mortars, artillery shells, sickness, even by the bare hands of another, there are many ways to die in a war.


Comshaw
 
"If you won't wear a mask, then odds are you've never gone down on a woman long enough to satisfy her."
 
"Save it." She could not afford to listen to him again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, my name is Lauren Chase.
 
Housekeeping will be laughing about this for months in their attempts to clean the chocolate syrup footprints from the carpet leading to the bathroom.
 
"I misjudged you, Aleksandra. You're not self-aggrandizing and deluded. You're full-on bugfuck crazy."
 
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