“I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?” He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. “You think I don’t want you.” He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat... “But I do.”

“I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?” He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. “You think I don’t want you.” He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat... “But I do.”

— Paula Quinn