Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I’ve spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

I watch him, enthralled as slowly, like the predator he is, he stalks me in time to the slow sultry beat of the music. He’s barefoot, wearing just an untucked white shirt, jeans, and a...

Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things.

So you’ve just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn’t love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.

I need you.” Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince

I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

Laters, baby.

Christian, it’s lovely.

It’s because I’m pregnant, Christian.”He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. “If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you eat, I might have done it earlier.

The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon. AnastasiaYou are My MoreMy Love, My LifeChristian

Having the thought of you being with someone else is like a knife twisting in my dark soul

Has that obscenely rich fucker upset you again?

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

It’s much easier to wear your pain on the outside…

“Why don’t you like to be touched?” – “Because I’m fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia

Just open the damn door, Christian.”He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath I...

From: Christian GreySubject: &*%$&*&*Date: August 23 2011 11:23To: Anastasia GreyBelieve me when I say there are a great many things he’d like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of...

You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can’t constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It’s stifling.

Subject: SundownDate: June 14 2011 09:35To: Christian GreyDear Completely & Utterly SmittenI love waking up with you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables...

I’d like to bite that lip.

Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all rolled into one

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.

You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.

Don’t get your panties in such a twist… and give me back mine.

You are one brave woman,” he whispers, “I am in awe of you.

It’s perfect. Like you.

I glance down his body. He’s still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez– talk about wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

AnatasiaYou Are My More My Love, My LifeChristian

I’ve never wanted more, until I met you.

Love is for fools, Christian.

Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one moment and then drops...

And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.

Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you...

Coveralls,” I reply, and I know I’m no longer screening what’s coming out of my mouth.He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your clothing.” I gesture vaguely in the direction...

Anastasia, you’re going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes.’ He says softly. ‘Wealth isn’t something I’ve ever aspired to, Christian.’ I frown. ‘I know. I love that about you....

I want my world to start and end with you.

It’s very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you’re not perfect.

We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. And mean it and give her time. – Grace Trevelyan-Grey to Christian Grey

Good evening, Mrs. Grey,” Christian says softly. He’s standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans…those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue...

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can’t even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the...

Bene, nell’esame orale ti meriti un 10. Vieni, andiamo a letto, ti devo un orgasmo.

You’re not celibate, then?” I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes.”No, Anastasia, I’m not celibate.

I have fallen for someone who’s so emotionally shut down, I will only get hurt.

My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

I don’t want anything to happen to you. You being hurt…that thought fills me with dread. I can’t promise not to interfere, not if I think you’ll come to harm.” He pauses and takes a...

In the oven.

He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating...

Mrs. GreyI have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staffare new. It must be the ridiculous smile I’m wearing whenever I think about last night. You are indeed a wonderful, talented,...