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Ruthlessly His (Gilded Decadence, #1) Ruthlessly His by Blake Hensley
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“Other guests were headed up to look down at the party from the balconies, not only outside, but no doubt above the ballroom as well. Grand mansions such as this always seemed to have several places where the owner could look down upon his guests. Any man who needed a balcony to look down on people wasn’t much of a man at all.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“It was all too much, too overwhelming. I could deal with the overbearing version of him. I couldn’t deal with the version of him that wanted to steal my soul.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“It wasn’t a kiss, it was a show of power, of domination.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“There had never been a woman who had put up so much of a fight. Ever since I was a teenager, the second a woman heard my last name, she practically begged to suck me off, or she tripped over herself trying to open her legs for me. Amelia was the first to ever tell me “no.” The first woman to fight me. This chase was something new, and it was invigorating.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Silly little girl. Hadn’t her bitch mother ever told her not to run from a predator? Because we like the chase.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“No one had ever actually run from me. Usually, they backed away slowly, tail tucked firmly between their legs, or they turned and stormed out. But no one had physically run from me before.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“I hadn’t intended to be such a savage husband, but I also hadn’t counted on having such a willful bride. A small part of me hoped that even then, she wouldn’t lose this fire. I liked her mad. I liked her trying to fight what I knew she craved. She would break eventually, but I hoped she didn’t break easily. I wanted to revel in the fight.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“I hadn’t intended to be such a savage husband, but I also hadn’t counted on having such a willful bride.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“As my wife, doing as I said would be her duty, using her body would be my right.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“She had a fire in her, but her body betrayed how much it wanted to submit. I couldn’t wait to find out.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Did she enjoy making me angry, or did she like me taking control? Either way was going to result in a far more eventful marriage than I had expected. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing yet.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“It wasn’t her undeniable beauty that turned me on, or her dress showing far too much skin. It was her fire. The fucking audacity to willingly disobey me and then to stand up to me, even though her body language didn’t match her words. Most grown men didn’t have the balls to face me like she was.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“What are dreams?” I asked. “A fool’s pastime,” she recited. “What is love?” “A fairy tale meant for others.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“The necklace I chose was a simple silver chain with a large emerald pendant. It would rest just above the neckline of the corset, drawing eyes to my breasts every time it caught the light. My old college roommate had referred to it as “cleavage candy,” and for tonight, that was exactly what I wanted.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“I loved this room. It was perfect for receiving guests. The view was impressive, and the furniture looked inviting but was uncomfortable enough that it didn’t encourage people to stay. The perfect balance between a show of power and telling people to get the fuck out.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“You are my property. My pawn in whatever game I choose to play. Don’t ever forget that.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Why?” My eyes watered as my body ached for his touch. He pulled back, examining my face. “Because I can. Because like all beautiful things, you can be bought. Possessed.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“You’re mine.” His voice was possessive and commanding. “And I’m not letting you go.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Finally, he warned, “If you don’t want to be punished like a misbehaving little girl, then next time don’t behave like one.” I narrowed my eyes. “I hate you.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Fortunately, love is not a prerequisite for a society marriage… or fucking.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Everything about this was dark and twisted. It was as if the very air crackled with barely suppressed sexual violence, like the moment right before receiving a shock from an exposed wire. There was the spark. You knew the pain was coming. You could feel the rush of adrenaline as your body prepared for it. You knew there would be this sick rush of euphoria afterward, as if you just cheated death. Then for some strange reason you couldn’t explain, you found yourself stretching your fingertip out again…to touch the wire…one more time.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Oh, dear, don’t you have a ring yet?” “No, not yet. There are three other weddings this month, and he has to make sure none of the other brides are of better breeding stock before he invests in this merger.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“I was finding out my bride had more bite than I had expected. She was going to be a lot more fun than I’d assumed. Excitement bubbled up inside me. She was going to be a challenge. I loved a good challenge. There were so many ways I could tame her smart mouth.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Not for the first time tonight, I wondered if I had misread Amelia. Could she be more than just an ice queen?”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“It must have been quite the scandal. After all, Upper East Side princesses only ever do what they are told. Our only real purpose in life is to look pretty, obey, and breed. Like purebred bitches.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Is it the one about the barbarian who embarrassed the woman he had never met before by ruining her wedding and claiming her like she was livestock that strayed from its keep?”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“I heard the most interesting rumor,” I whispered into Amelia’s ear,”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“The compulsion to show her off, to show everyone she was mine, was strong, even if Dubois had had her first. Something about her was different, and I was determined to find out what it was.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“We passed the fountains of cherubs pissing into the pools of water. I never understood why statues of pissing babies were the height of sophistication, but like so many older mansions such as this, there were statues of babies, or of women with their breasts exposed as they poured water.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“Amelia was everything a high society bride should be, perfect on the outside and hollow on the inside. Pretty enough to be on my arm for events and to give me children, but cold enough not to care when I inevitably went elsewhere for entertainment. A man could not be expected to live his life without a woman who was passion and fire. That was how they became soft in the head and married twenty-something waitresses without prenups.”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate
“You’re right, Mother.” The anger that had been building inside me since Manwarring stood up finally boiled over. “I am a prostitute. You made me one the second you sold me off to the highest bidder. That’s my role in this family. To be whored out for the financial benefit of the Astrid name. Don’t you dare look down on me for being what you demanded of me!”
Zoe Blake, The More I Hate

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