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" One of the doms close to her said sarcastically, “And will the fancy suit do the escorting if they don’t want to go?” An older dom snorted. “Atherton uses the word escort loosely. The last time someone messed with a trainee, he threw the guy across the bar. Strolled over, waited for the idiot to stand up, punched his lights out, and dragged him by his jacket collar out of the place. Escorted him, my ass. Didn’t even wrinkle that fancy suit.” He took a sip of his beer and added, “Atherton is invariably polite, but nobody in their right mind fucks with his trainees. "
― Cherise Sinclair , Make Me, Sir (Masters of the Shadowlands, #5)
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" A second later, his fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to look into intense blue eyes as he said, “I love you, Gabrielle, and you are mine. We will be together, sugar.” His lips curved. “If your brattiness bothers me, I think you know now that I can—and will—simply fuck it right out of you. "
― Cherise Sinclair , Make Me, Sir (Masters of the Shadowlands, #5)