" Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century.
The fingers brushed her face, and then caressed her lower lip. You love me the way I am.
Love. The smile faded from her mouth at the word. She didn’t want to love him. He already had far too much power over her. You can’t hold me here, Mikhail. Obsession might be the right word, not love.
Little rabbit. There are no chains on the doors, and the telephone is in working order. And you do love me, you cannot help yourself. I am perfect for you. Hurry up, you need to eat.
You’re a pain in the neck. "

― Christine Feehan , Dark Prince (Dark, #1)