It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you're mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I'll buy you a fucking car Christian Grey

Standing over her, I took the time to admire my handy work until I realized that I had just killed a potential meal. Damn it Bobbi, I snarled as I kicked her corpse. Look what you made me do.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

The feel of her skin as she struggled beneath, the life inside, the death without. The breaching of life and death, of survival uncaged inside him: a dark beast with violence and sex in its soul. In...

Every way he turned, his past was detonated, revealing tunnels and alternative routes under the packed, settled earth of the present.

His grin split even wider. "I'd love the chance to prove you wrong." And when he did, she'd know what he was thinking. She'd know how much he despised the woman who claimed to be a Vetter and allowed...

I am a bad man, very bad, but in a different way. I want to ravish you until we're both senseless with it, and then I want to do it all over again.

This is what hell looks like, she thought.

There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

His face was terrifying in its stillness, with only his eyes alive, glittering with rage. She could feel the force of his anger in the coiled strength of his body, hear it in the almost inaudible...

She smiled darkly and shook her head. "I'm not crazy. I'm not. Of course what else would a crazy person claim? That's the Kafkaesque genius of it all. If you're not crazy but people have told the...

- in reality it was escape she wanted, escape from her own self -

- I do... - Raskolnikov reluctantly and sternly said. - What are you doing? - Work... - What kind of work? - Thinking, - he replied seriously after a pause.

Her expression changed then, becoming fearful rather than merely pained. It was the look you get when facing a sudden and insurmountable danger: the errant truck, the shaky ladder, the crazy person...

Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or the death of his father, or internment of his mother and...

Desi has loved me ever since the lie, I know he pictures making love to me, how gentle and reassuring he would be as he plunged into me, stroking my hair. I know he pictures me crying softly as I give...

I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

Just as Amy took the credit for making me my best self, I had to take the blame for bringing the madness to bloom in Amy. There were a million men who would have loved, honored, and obeyed Amy and...

Camille? Her voice quiet and girlish and unsure. You know how people sometimes say they have to hurt because if they don't, they're so numb they won't feel anything? Mmm. What if it's the opposite?...