Quotes About Control

She didn't want any contact with Whitney at all. He was the boogeyman. He'd held absolute authority over her for her entire life. Defying him was difficult. It said a lot that Shylah was willing to die-that she would choose a horrific death rather than go back to him.

I have to plan things. That's my personality. If I don't have a plan, I get overwhelmed.

Well, put that lovely treasure back in your pants and calm down.

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word.

Lorraine. Sivamet. Breathe with me. Turn around. There was a command in his voice. Steel. One didn't dare disobey.

Sex. A good-looking intense man with black, hungry eyes, and she fell like a lovesick calf. Sex. It ruined many otherwise sane women.

Joe] was the sort of man who stayed cool under the most embarrassing situations and having Shylah RIP him a new one in front of an audience had to be right up there.

I will rule you, Ashe," he admitted. "I'll tell you what to do and you'll give me that snippy look you have and tell me what to do.

Fuck no, he wasn't saving her. [...] he was keeping her for himself.

He learned to always keep his hands steady. It didn't matter how much blood was in the room, or who was giving orders, or if he knew what was coming, he'd learned absolute control. Absolute.

Gregori wanted her. More than that, he needed her. That particular revelation changed everything. It put control back in her hands, gave her back her life. She squared her shoulders. She was no longer a child running from a nameless fear. She was his lifemate, chosen by God to walk with a man of power, of honor. A sensual, strong male who needed her more than anyone else on earth ever could.

Whitney plants viruses in us to force us to return home. [...] I knew sooner or later I wouldn't return, and I'd die from whatever they put in me.

His voice. It was beautiful. Low. Soothing, yet the same time, there was absolute command, as if he ruled the world and knew it.

I would prefer that you slept for a while." He shifted, eased his weight off her, surprised to find that he was still partially dressed. "That's only because you have so much anger toward Romanov you don't want me to know what you're doing.

Vittorio gave her who he was, her man, dominant, taking over, insisting she follow his lead. He kissed her until neither of them could breathe. Until his body was so hard he thought he might shatter. Until

Trap dictates," Cayenne said. She shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I decide whether or not I'm going to do what he says. If it matters more to him, I do it, if it matters more to me, I don't. It all works out.

Mikhail would never let me speak to you again if he could hear us. He thinks I'm too independent and disrespectful already." She shrugged carelessly. "It's probably true, but it's a lot of fun. I love the way he gets that pained look on his face. He's so cute." "Cute? I'll bet he likes that description.

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I need you to do as I ask you," he said in desperation, fighting the beast lifting its head hungrily. Her laughter was soft, enticing, the sound dancing over his skin. "No, you don't. Too many people think your word is law. You need someone to defy you a little bit.

What do you think of Raven?" "I thought we had to be quiet." Shea was looking in every direction for bats. "The bats know we are here, Shea, but there is no need to fear them. I will keep them away from you." He spoke calmly as if it was an everyday occurrence to control the movements of bats.

Gregori sent me into a healing sleep. One does not surface when Gregori has elected otherwise.

Never enter the home of a vampire of your own free will. It gives him power over you.

Fear sitters down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.

Fear skittered down her spine, yet excitement welled up like a fountain.He looked all man, a tough, scarred man at the edge of his control and knowing he was that way because of her--for her-- was exhilarating. She wanted him to look at her like that--all hungry leopard, a man craving--needing her body. HER body. HER skin. HER.