Enslave Me Sweetly Quotes

“Tu boca es una boca de doscientos-dólares-la-hora, no una boca de cuéntame-todos-tus-secretos-o-te-mataré.-Lucius a Eden”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“deeply. I was just refilling my glass, with every intention of dumping the contents in Lucius’s face to wake him up, when he raced into the kitchen, a wild glaze in his ice-blue eyes. He stilled when he spied me. “I now own you,” were the first words out of my mouth. “You’re bought and paid for.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“Do not worry about the nights you owe me,” he said. “I will come back when you are better rested.” I leaned back and closed my eyes. “I’ll give you your nights, Devyn. You more than earned them. But you know what? I don’t think you’ll claim them. You’re a man of honor, and you know I love another man.” Silence. Silence that lasted a long, long time. “Damn you,” he finally muttered.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“He’s going to do her hard,” one of them said. They were talking about Lucius, who was to be my new master. My reaction? Mental eye-roll and gag. The fact that Lucius had already “done” me pretty damn hard didn’t factor into the picture.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“You lost.” “I know.” “Drop to your knees.” “Why don’t you make this interesting,” he gritted out, “and take off your pants?” His words supplied an image of him kneeling between my naked legs. I stopped a shiver before it could form. My brows winged up. “You reneging?” Very slowly, he eased to his feet, inching his big body higher and higher. I gave my cuticles my attention. I heard his teeth grind together, even thought I heard his jawbone crack. I flicked him an insouciant glance and patted my mouth to smother a fake yawn. That murderous gleam had branched from his eyes and now consumed his expression. His black clothes rustled as he moved to his knees. I studied my cuticles again, waiting, my breath suspended, the casual pretense the only thing keeping me from gaping. “You did a…good job,” he ground out.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“Wait,” she called. She too stood, the chair skidding behind her. I didn’t turn fully, but glanced over my shoulder. “Yes?” “What’s your name?” she asked. “Eden Black.” I paused. “Alien assassin. Don’t worry. I will take care of EenLi.” Her “thank you” echoed in my ears as the door closed behind me.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly

“I’ll be back in five minutes,” I said. His eyes narrowed further, mere slits that completely blocked the color of his irises. “That confident?” “Oh, yes. If you’ll excuse me, Ren. Agent Luscious,” I said, nodding to Lucius before I sauntered past him and out of the room. Had I forgotten to mention that Sahara Rose didn’t like men? Oopsie.”
― Gena Showalter, Enslave Me Sweetly