Mi guardo allo specchio: un fantasma stravolto. Mi lego i capelli e ignoro le borse che mi sono venute sotto gli occhi a forza di piangere. Non riesco a credere che il mondo mi stia crollando addosso, che tutte le mie speranze e i miei sogni vadano in pezzi. No, no, non pensarci. Non adesso, non ancora.
E.L. JamesI don't make love. I fuck... hard
E.L. JamesThere’s a gun in your desk. It’s fully loaded.”
“How do you know?” His frown deepens.
“I checked it yesterday.”
“I don’t want you messing with guns. I hope you put the safety back on.”
I blink at him, momentarily stupefied.
“Christian, there’s no safety on that revolver. Don’t you know anything about guns?”
His eyes widen. “Um . . . no.
Mots clés fifty-shades-freed
I feel the sun has set and not risen for days..I'm in perpetual night here.
E.L. James- Io non sono un tipo da cuori e fiori, non ho niente di romantico, ho gusti molto particolari. Dovresti stare alla larga da me.
Ma in te, in te c’è qualcosa, per cui non riesco a starti lontano. Immagino che tu lo abbia capito.
- Allora non farlo.
Mots clés sex romanticism sesso
If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.
E.L. JamesMots clés fifty-shades-of-greed
Hey, I'm just teasing. Isn't that what husbands who are hopelessly in love with their wives do?
E.L. JamesI could gaze at him all day, but I have needs. Bathroom needs.
E.L. JamesMots clés 50-shades
The elevator doors open on the ground floor. Christian shakes his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts and gestures for me to exit before him in a most gentlemanly manner.
Who’s he kidding? He’s no gentleman. He has my panties.
Take your filthy paws off my son, you whore, and get out of my house-now!" She hisses through gritted teeth.
E.L. JamesMots clés 50-shades-darker
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