MISS VAIN

“I would burn down the world for you," he whispered fiercely. "Your world or my own. I would rip down the entire city with my bare hands without a second thought. I don't need to taste anything else, I don't need a comparison.”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Wicked as They Come

“Dammit, woman! You're scent, your stupid bloody delicious scent lingering in every crevice of my body and my wardrobe, driving me nearly mad. Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, to have it so close, and still feel that it's out of your reach? Out of control?”
― Delilah S. Dawson, Wicked as They Come

“Are you sleeping with anyone?”

The question was asked so casually it took a second to process what he’d said.

I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?”

He looked at me and I saw what I’d seen the first time we’d met—tremendous power and steely control. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. Again. At least I didn’t fall this time; I was making progress.

“Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“Gideon: We've established some talking points: we have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. So what do you want – exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced?

Eva: Sex that’s planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me.

Gideon: Establishing parameters in a merger makes it less likely that there’ll be exaggerated expectations and disappointment.

Eva: Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it seminal emission in a pre-approved orifice?”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You