-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Э. Л. Джеймс
-
- Пятьдесят оттенков серого
-
- Стр. 393/797
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
I
want
him
badly
—
in
spite
of
the
car
,
the
books
,
the
soft
limits
…
the
caning
…
I
want
him
.
“
It
’
s
taking
all
my
self
-
control
not
to
fuck
you
on
the
hood
of
this
car
right
now
,
just
to
show
you
that
you
are
mine
,
and
if
I
want
to
buy
you
a
fucking
car
,
I
’
ll
buy
you
a
fucking
car
,
”
he
growls
.
“
Now
let
’
s
get
you
inside
and
naked
.
”
He
plants
a
swift
rough
kiss
on
me
.
Boy
,
he
’
s
angry
.
He
grabs
my
hand
and
leads
me
back
into
the
apartment
and
straight
into
my
bedroom
…
no
passing
go
.
My
subconscious
is
behind
the
sofa
again
,
head
hidden
under
her
hands
.
He
switches
on
the
sidelight
and
halts
,
staring
at
me
.
“
Please
don
’
t
be
angry
with
me
,
”
I
whisper
.
His
gaze
is
impassive
;
his
eyes
cold
shards
of
smoky
glass
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
about
the
car
and
the
books
…
”
I
trail
off
.
He
remains
silent
and
brooding
.
“
You
scare
me
when
you
’
re
angry
,
”
I
breathe
,
staring
at
him
.
He
closes
his
eyes
and
shakes
his
head
.
When
he
opens
them
,
his
expression
has
softened
.
He
takes
a
deep
breath
and
swallows
.
“
Turn
around
,
”
he
whispers
.
“
I
want
to
get
you
out
of
that
dress
.
”
Another
mercurial
mood
swing
;
it
’
s
so
hard
to
keep
up
.
Obediently
,
I
turn
,
and
my
heart
is
thumping
,
desire
instantly
replacing
unease
,
coursing
through
my
blood
and
settling
dark
and
yearning
,
low
,
low
in
my
belly
.
He
scoops
my
hair
off
my
back
so
it
hangs
down
my
right
side
,
curling
at
my
breast
.
He
places
his
index
finger
at
the
nape
of
my
neck
and
achingly
slowly
drags
it
down
my
spine
,
his
fingernail
grazing
my
skin
.
“
I
like
this
dress
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
I
like
to
see
your
flawless
skin
.
