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

What kind of slut do you think I am?”Theo bumped his hips against hers. “This might not be the best moment to ask me that.

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

Do you know about it, Kelsey?” he asked after a while. “Dominance and submission? This thing we’re doing? I don’t know so good how to explain it. Only how to do it.

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 every word, however vapid those words would have to be. She wished a gentleman, just one gentleman, would notice her.But then she remembered that she didn’t like to be vapid, and she didn’t wish her entire life to revolve around the attention of men.

I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to make you very uncomfortable tonight, but you're going to be safe. Do you trust me?