Quotes About Control

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you're his. As in 'I don't share my woman.

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

You can drive." When he raised an eyebrow, she said, "I've had enough contact with human males to realize you seem to have a congenital inability to function while a female is at the wheel, and I'd rather your full attention be on the case.

His hands clenched. "Sugar, I'm this close to tearing off your clothes and teaching you exactly how badly I take you keeping secrets from me. Your choice. Talk or get naked.

Sahara knew she should be worried about the fact that she'd been in bed with a man who'd caused that kind of damage with a momentary and, according to him, minor loss of telekinetic control during intimacy, but she felt her lips kick up at the corners. So we literally made the earth move? A slight pause, before Kaleb said, I suggest we don't engage in sex in populated areas. The cool comment made her burst into laughter.

We're all as susceptible to the lure of power.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You're mine and I'll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Once— and most of the night definitely counts as once—you can write off as a mistake. But you do this again and he's going to start thinking he has rights over you." She knew predatory changeling men. They liked control. They particularly liked their women to submit. And Riley was one big giant hunk of testosterone-fueled Neanderthal wolf—he probably thought her submission was his right. She snorted. "Not in this lifetime.

He knew what he was. He knew what he was capable of. He also knew that if he broke her, he'd despise himself for all eternity.

This man, he could make her his slave, her body his command. -Sahara

Sascha. The only child she had ever borne. The cardinal who everyone had told Nikita was flawed, but who she'd known was a power who could not be allowed to come into her own. To do so would equal her death. So she'd crushed her child, and in so doing, saved her life and forever lost her.

She nodded, lower lip trembling for an instant before she got it under control. "I'm such a baby. I was fine as long as I was cleaning up, but as soon as I stopped, I got so angry. Almost as if I was picking up everyone else's anger, too." He matched her smaller strides as they walked, choosing to focus on the lighter aspect of her comment - they'd discuss the other later. "You might be a baby, but you're mine. And I like babysitting.

Where did you get the control sample?" A flash of dark heat raced through him and he knew himself well enough to identify it as a dose of pure jealousy. "From Tamsyn." A pause, as if she was debating whether to continue. "I know you'd react negatively if I approached a make. You're... possessive." "Sugar, I'm way past possessive." His voice was no longer fully human.

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

Bullies never did well when they no longer had the upper hand

Look," she said, making the conscious decision to wrench herself back before her frustrated wolf took control and she found herself feasting on male lips currently thin with anger, "it's nothing personal. I'm generally a bitch.

Bitch wants to play games, let's play games.

Dear Ms. Baird,   As of today, you do have a slave clause in your contract. It means you do everything I say. Under no circumstances are you to eat, sleep, take breaks, or check in to hotel rooms with men named Eggplant.   Sincerely, Gabriel

I'm possessive and I'm territorial. Can you handle that?

Eres mío para jugar contigo a mi antojo

So she satisfied her urge to kick at him by leaning back, palms down on the table. It was a good thing they weren't near the food, otherwise, her hair would've been in the coffee.

Raphael met Michaela's gaze. "If you could kill every single beautiful woman in the world, would you?" Her smile never faded. "In an instant.

Se lo juro, Señoría, él pretendía follarme hasta volverme loca, quería hacer que me gustara.»

No buts, nothing. You have the ability to piss me off without even trying, but I'll fucking take a gun to my head before I lay a hand on you. You clear on that?