This might not be the best moment to ask me that.

Theo was so pleased with her, so proud of her. In love with her, whatever love was.

She wished she wasn’t jealous, but in quiet, weak moments, she desperately wanted to be like them. She wanted gentlemen to shoulder each other out of the way for her attention, to hang on her...

It was good for her though, to submit to things that weren’t for her pleasure, but his.

Dominance and submission? This thing we’re doing? I don’t know so good how to explain it. Only how to do it.

Oh my God. Party punch. He’d brought a woman with the social age of twelve to the Citadel. He deserved everything he got.