Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

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"Impertinent submissive,” Raoul snapped, and his dark brown eyes turned mean. “Nothing new for this one. You're doing a lousy job of bringing her to heel, Marcus.”“Bring me to heel? Like I'm a dog?” Without thinking, Gabi instinctively yanked away and snapped out, “Bite me."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"Oh lord and master. High muckety-muck."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You mean you’re not God? Nooo, say it isn’t so!"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"What we have here is a failure to communicate."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You dumb-ass ape, get your hand off me. What—are you the first in your family to be born without a tail?"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"By the way, you have a fine ass. Sir."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"I felt sorry for myself since my wimpy dom can’t catch a snail crossing the sidewalk."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"Okay, you’re older. Not much, really. And considering you love staying in shape and I refuse to run, we’ll probably get all old and crippled at the same time. If not, then I’ll learn to use a cane, and I’ll get to beat on your ass for a change."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"If you keep all those thoughts inside, your brain will explode."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You want to count, Gabrielle? One! She sucked in a breath, mad enough the words slid right out. You asshole, one!"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"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

"Darlin’, I wasn’t just a Boy Scout, I was an Eagle Scout."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"New Englanders could be so brusque."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion?"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"You know how really big guys are always nicknamed Tiny?" She didn’t wait for any response, afraid she’d chicken out. "Guess that would make you Master Munchkin, huh?"

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir

"Funishment - not truly discipline."

Cherise Sinclair, Make Me, Sir