Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck.

If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode.

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?

Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees.

happy birthday to me.

And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?

You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?” She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. “Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?

Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout.

You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!

You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.

The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?”He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply...

Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi.

You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?

The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.

By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir.

New Englanders could be so brusque.

I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk.

Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to...

You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!