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494 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 17, 2018
It’s terrifying, his disregard for right and wrong. The pleasure he gets out of making me powerless.
You want to know something, Ellis? I’ve got bad news for you, so listen up. Sometimes people do bad shit to you, and they don’t get punished; they get away with it. Hell, sometimes they get rewarded for it. If all this shit with Jake didn’t show you that, if all this shit with me hasn’t shown you that, maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are.
"I didn't even do anything to you," I snap at him. "What's your excuse? Why do you want to hurt me?"
"I don't have one," Carter says, his tone indifferent, almost bored. "I just like seeing you helpless and scared. It gets me hard. Want to feel?"
"Raping me, you mean. This isn't fucking. If you do this, this is rape. It's a violation, it's a crime. You'll have to live with that for the rest of your life."
"Let me count all the fucks I give," he says, so cavalier.
"Maybe you should stop fighting and come back to me now so nothing else bad happens to your friends"
"You know me. If I had wanted to get off, I would've made you do it, not called in a sub."
I would've made you do it shouldn't reassure me, but it's so damn true, it's kind of hard to refuse
I love his twisted ways. Carter may be difficult to maneuver sometimes, but he fascinates me.
"I already told you I wouldn't ruin your life. It's like you don't believe me or something."
I'm going to die here of asphyxiation with Carter Mahoney's cock in my throat. And then, because he's a fucking psycho, he'll probably fuck my corpse.
"Most hypocrites are in denial, fumbling around with bullshit justifications and empty reasons why they're special and breaking the rules doesn't make them a bad person. People who do bad things but need to believe they're still good - that's a hypocrite. That's not me. I don't lie to myself like that. I don't have to justify my actions in order to sleep at night. I don't blame anyone else for the way I behave, or pretend I'm being fair when I'm not. I know I'm fucked up, I just don't care."
"I wouldn't roofie you. You're no good to me unconscious. I like mentally and physically stripping away your will. A pill is cheating."
"You're sick," I inform him.
He shrugs, apparently unconcerned.
"Why don't you want to go to dinner with me?"
I shouldn't even consider going anywhere with someone who has to add "if that makes you feel safer" to an invitation to hang out with him.
"It's too soon for you to be causing Mommy trouble, little guy. You better be good in there."
He wouldn't hurt a dog, right? i don't think he would, he's not a monster, but kidnap a dog? He might do that.
“Sometimes I am afraid of you,” I offer, since we’re being honest. “I don’t know exactly what you’re capable of, what your limits are, if you even have any. You’re definitely a gamble. But as long as you don’t actually, physically kill me, I’ll survive you. I’ll survive everybody. I don’t give outsiders enough access to my inner world to destroy me. They could torch everything they’re able to reach, and I’d still have a lot left."
“Oh, Zoey,” he begins, reaching out and touching my face. The feigned sympathy dripping from each syllable is so condescending, it makes my gut wrench, but I can’t look away from him. “If you’re looking for Prince Charming and I’m your best shot, you are in a truly dire situation.”
"I love the breadth of your mind."
“I spend every day of my life with people who like the look of a mask I wear, Zoey. You’re the only person who likes what's underneath better."
The first three chapters: the Hero forces the heroine to give him a bj in front of his friends and in return, he’s going to be kind enough not to rape her. That’s so sweet of him that I’m honestly having trouble not falling for him myself.
I don’t see any scenario in which the so called hero can “redeem” himself. You simply can’t go back from something like that.
“I would rather you force me than sleep with someone else.”
“If his clear affection for her [his child] didn’t give me a strong enough vibe, his lowkey attempts to impregnate me and lock down a nanny—I’m certain now that’s his end game, whether he realizes it or not—certainly do.”
“I spend every day of my life with people who like the look of a mask I wear, Zoey. You’re the only person who likes what’s underneath better.”
“Oh, Zoey,” he begins, reaching out and touching my face. The feigned sympathy dripping from each syllable is so condescending, it makes my gut wrench, but I can’t look away from him. “If you’re looking for Prince Charming and I’m your best shot, you are in a truly dire situation.”
“We can all have fun with her,” Carter assures him, his gaze raking over me again. “She has three holes, doesn’t she? Plenty to go around.”
“I just like seeing you helpless and scared. It gets me hard. Want to feel?”
“You can feel special if you want to. I’d rather make you feel dirty. I’d rather see all your feelings in your eyes when you hear the cold bite of my voice telling you how to please me. I’d rather you half-naked, on your knees, waiting for permission to suck my cock like a good little whore.”
“I used to be more normal, then I realized the world sucks, everyone in it sucks, and I needed to toughen up and look out for myself, because no one else is gonna look out for me.”
“If you fuck someone else just to spite me, you will regret it. Not as much as he will though,” he adds, silkily. “I might not have the heart to destroy you, but I damn sure won’t feel so merciful toward him. Any asshole who is seen alone with you from now on will wind up between my crosshairs. Understand?”