Quotes About Ownership

Now, undress for me and let me see what's mine.

She murmured, You're unfinished. Aye, precisely. I need to go. When she moved to get up, he shoved her against his side and slapped her arse to keep her there. You stay with me. She snapped, What do you want from me, Chase? He drew his head back in confusion. I want everything. You're mine , Regin.

I will be good to you, Myst. I will protect you. You are mine.

You're my Bride. Mine. You belong to me.

Lanthe, when we get older, you're going to be mine." She blinked up at him from a garland she'd been braiding. "How can I be yours when I'm my own?

You know that I'm not for sale, right?" "I know. Or I would have already bought you." I grinned, thinking he was kidding, but he just stared into my eyes. Too intense! So I tried a playful turn. "And what would you do if you owned me?" I tweaked his strong chin. "Would I be your slave?" He shook his head. "I would free you, Victoria. And then I would buy you the entire goddamned world.

I don't get it. I'm sexually attractive to a remarkable degree- And humble. It's not bragging if it's true. And I'm his-which means, this is in the bag. Or should be.

Sevastyan shouldn't have taken on the responsibility of a new pet if he didn't have time to watch her. My breed is very destructive.

Ya sptryu na to shto prenodlezhit mne.

You know that I'm not for sale, right?" "I know. Or I would have already bought you.

That sorceress might be an evil bitch, but she's MY evil bitch. And I'll have no other. - Rydstrom Woede, fallen demon king of Rothkalina

If you became mine, I wouldn't let you go." His words were clipped, as if he was biting back frenzy. "Understand me, if I'm your first lover— I will be your last." The ringing tone of finality chilled me. "And I would kill any man who thought to touch what was mine.

That sorceress might be an evil bitch, but she's my evil bitch. And I'll have no other." —Rydstrom Woede, fallen demon king of Rothkalina

Possessive? As if I'd want you for my own. I'd kind of wanted you for my own. I want someone for my own! You're just a blood bag in a big-dicked package. Who didn't last long enough to get me off.

Lass, if I have you here for such a short time, I doona want to quarrel with you. For now, let me show you Kinevane." He crossed to the thick curtains, opening them wide, then returned for her. Though she stiffened and leaned away, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her across the spacious room to the balcony. "You'll be surprised to know that it's still mine. No Walmart.

No, no, Mr. Dade, this is my ride now. I make the rules.

He lied to you too, Sophie I know, I said softly. You're risking that adorable little neck of yours for an asshole. I am, I admitted. The fountain was now a blur as the wind played with the carefully structured pattern of the water. But here's the thing...he's my asshole. Is this about ownership? Marcus asked incredulously, Or is it about love? It's about love, I whispered. Marcus I...I love my asshole, okay? I love him so much.

Just who in the Hall are you, anyway?" Vuffi Raa said. Lando looked at the robot sharply. He hated having his good lines stolen.

Having your own store is one of the most immediate ways to connect with the customer, to really get to know her and develop a more intimate relationship.

I like him, sweetheart, and I'll still give him hell. It's my total right.

No matter how worthy the cause, it is robbery, theft, and injustice to confiscate the property of one person and give it to another to whom it does not belong.

The only difference between a cult and a religion is the amount of real estate they own.

There is no neutral ground in the universe. Every square inch, every split second is claimed by God, and counterclaimed by Satan.

Faith is our relation not to what we possess but to what possesses us.