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I like this.” He gently tugs at my pubic hair. “Perhaps we’ll keep this.”
“Oh… please,” I beg.Edward: “Yeah, okay, sure. But only because you asked so nicely!”The dialogue in this book has reached a brand new low.
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Say yes,” he whispers fervently.
I frown, not understanding. “To what?”
“Yes to our arrangement, to being mine. Please, Bella,” he whispers, emphasizing the last word and my name, pleading.The last word is your name, so yeah…
Also, Bella has a choice in the matter? That’s not the impression I was left with last night.
Previously in ‘Master of the Universe’:
- “You are mine,” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.”
- “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”
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“You.”
“Are.”
“Mine. Come for me baby.”
He growls.
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I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs and he continues his sweet leisurely torment, backwards, forward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.
I don’t think she’s liable to forget that he was there during the next twenty-four hours, so inflicting lasting pain upon her is rather pointless. -
I want to fuck your mouth Isabella, and I will soon,” his voice is hoarse, raw, his breathing more disjointed.
Again, she has not yet signed the contract, so she is in no way obligated to eat his shlong whenever he should so desire. -
I cannot move my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.
“You are mine,” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.” His voice is intoxicating.I guess I missed the part where Bella went from being a person to being an object, the part where Bella signed the contract, and the part where Edward asked her if she wanted to enter into a monogamous relationship with him.
With or without her consent, she is now his property.
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Mike, I’m with a customer. Someone you should meet,” I say to try and diffuse the antagonistic look in Cullen’s eyes. I drag Mike over to meet him. “Can I introduce you to Edward Cullen?”
Mike and Edward eye each other up and the atmosphere is suddenly arctic.Nothing beats a little male rivalry over an altogether unlikable female.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
