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Unknown Binding
First published September 6, 2013
"I told myself I was only too weary to fight him, but the truth was that his all-out sensual assault had made me a victim of my own senses - of my own suppressed nature. And now awakened, I was starving for more."
"Passion. I could not comprehend how it made such asses of otherwise fine fellows."
"My life is mine and I will deal with it exactly as I wish. I will do what I choose when and how I choose. I will never again obey any will but my own."
Aubrey's moth tightened and his gaze narrowed. "Then I hope to heaven that one day you will fall into the hands of a man who will make you obey."
"It was at once the handsomest and cruelest face I had ever seen."
"Shall I make you care, cherie? Shall I make it your deepest desire, your only desire, to please me? I can make any woman love me when I choose."
"I had lived my entire live indulging my sense with all things beautiful - art, music, food, wine, perfumes. I had never refrained from handling anything or feeling whatever I chose. Nothing had been out of bounds to me. My wealth allowed me these singular privileges, but I had never before indulge my receptors to anothers touch. I had long ago shunned the need for suck physical contact as a contemptuous feminine weakness, but he had forced my submission to it."
"Why could I not also be loved? How had I failed that he would not love me? Other men had loved me, and I had cared nothing for them, and now suddenly his love was all I longed for in the world..."
"Careless indifference seemed only another facet of his cruelty."
‘Our eyes met. Even in the darkness, his face was arrestingly handsome. His eyes were black and penetrating, holding mine with an expression of disdain, before his mouth twisted into a snear.’
‘This was the desert, my lifelong dream! It was the expedition I had longed for and planned for years. I could not and would not give it up. How could anything in the desert hurt me when it had been calling to me always?’
‘I had tried to hold back my the knowledge of mylove, knowing it would only bring about the disaster I dreaded.
“If you loved me, you would bore me, and I should have to let you go.”
He had been honest. He had never pretended to love. He had seen me, had desired me, and had taken what he wanted.’