More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
But these days, the only thing women really need protection from is men.
Sunshine to my dark, sweet to my bitter.
One way or another, I’ll make this woman mine. Now I just have to figure out how.
“But if you want to forget whatever the fuck has been clouding your eyes and you want to do it by me fucking you out of my system, I’ll open my door, bring you in, and make you scream my fucking name. Lola, say yes, and I’ll make you forget everything but my cock between your legs.”
Sweet girl, trust me. You want to listen to me. Daddy will make you feel so fucking good if you do.
“How long have you been fighting this battle alone, sweet girl?” he asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. That gets me. That guts me. His eyes look into mine, and he sees my answer without my having to give it. “Too fucking long,” he says. “Now I’m here to share that burden.”
“You don’t have to listen to me anywhere else, but if we do this, you’ll be a good girl and listen to me.”
The thought of handing over that control to this man, of being free of it and the expectations and the need to be on top of everything? Fuck. I like it a lot. It sounds . . . freeing.
“Jesus Christ, Lola. I want you because you’re fucking mine.” That stops me. Stops my mind. “I want you because you’re loyal as fuck. I want you because you do whatever is needed for the people you love. I want you because when you stick up for yourself, it’s a fucking spectacular fireworks show. I want you because even you don’t know what’s at the core of you. You haven’t gotten that deep, haven’t let yourself dig. I think your mom had it, but it got buried. And I’ll fight day in and day out until you let it free.”
