Kishan shook his head. 'I'm not going to let you hurt her.'
'Hurt her? I'm not going to harm her. You, on the other hand, I'm going to destroy.
When a woman submits to a man, it's the most precious gift she can give. Herself. Unreservedly. The man has to respect and honor that gift above all else. Even if he respects nothing else in the world, he must respect the woman in his care. It's his sworn duty to protect, honor and cherish his submissive. To take care of her and provide a safe haven. Someone who would put his own needs above his woman's is no man.
Maya BanksThe dangerous one was Ren. Innocent though the white tiger he appeared to be, he was a compelling predator. Utterly irresistible -- like a Venus flytrap. So alluring, so tempting, so deadly. Everything he did was seductive and possibly hazardous to my health.
Colleen HouckMots clés ren colleen-houck kelsey tiger-s-curse tiger-saga
After a moment, he (Ren) elaborated, "By the way, I didn't say you weren't attractive. I just said you're young."
"So is Nilima by your standards. You're more than three hundred years old!"
"That's true." He grinned lopsidedly in an attempt to get me to smile.
"Technically, you should be dating a very old lady." A tiny smile passed my lips.
Lunch is served!" I shouted.
The brothers wasted no time. Kishan reached for the chicken, and Ren, the cookies. I smacked their hands away and handed each one a bacterial wipe.
Kishan grumbled, "Kells, I ate my food raw off the ground for three hundred years. I really don't think a little dirt's going to kill me.
Ren grinned. “So… you and lady tigers, eh? Is there something you want share, Kishan?”
Kishan shoved a forkful of dinner into his mouth and mumbled, “How about I share my fist with your face?”
“Wow. Sensitive, I’m sure your lady tiger friends were all very attractive. So am I an uncle?
Later that sweltering evening, I climbed into my tiny tent and lay down on top of my bedroll, twisting the lighter blanket around me mummy-style.
Ren ducked his head in to check on me and laughed. “Do you always do that?”
“Only when camping.”
“You know bugs can still get in there.”
“Don’t say that. I like to live in ignorance.
Wow,” I said. “That story is disturbing on so many different levels. One thing that’s mystifying about Indian mythology is how often the names change. The skin color changes – she’s golden, she’s black, she’s pink. Her name changes – she’s Durga, Kali, Parvati. Her personality changes – she’s a loving mother, she’s a fierce warrior, she’s terrible in her wrath, she’s a lover, she’s vengeful, she’s weak and mortal, then she’s powerful and can’t be defeated. Then there’s her marital status – she’s sometimes single, sometimes married. It’s hard to keep all the stories straight.”
Ren snickered. “Sounds like a normal woman to me.
How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times
Creation's mighty seed -
For Man has broke the Fellowship
With murder, lust, and greed.
Mots clés dystopia fellowship margaret-atwood toby ren maddaddam-trilogy the-year-of-the-flood when-adam-first
Kishan is capable of a great many things, and girlfriend
stealing is at the top of his list of skills.
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