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Her eyes meet mine in a furtive glance—revealing an inappropriate thought? What exactly is she thinking? Joe, the manager of the helipad, is waiting to greet us. Nothing escapes his notice. With Ana gaining independence while working for a Publishing House, the door was opened to danger from an external source. The storyline for the third book in the series had to be set up.

Good job I say! Due in? Oh NO, I have no idea?!?!?! Soon, I hope. Beware of Spoilers! I really miss him… I love him. View all 9 comments. Shelves: favorites , 6-star-books. I fully plan on rereading someday soon for the fourth time and writing out full reviews for them.

These books have made my heart burst and break, made me laugh and cry… It is definitely one of my favorite series ever. Hands down. The depth to which the characters are taken and described is beyond words. One of my absolute TOP favorite series. Jun 02, Amy Foxy Blogs rated it it was amazing Shelves: april , buddy-reads , springstars , 5-stars , 5-stars , books-to-screen , forbidden , books , book-boyfriends , books-i-ve-read.

Re-read in January This was my sixth time reading this book. I wanted at least one last time before the movie is released next month. This time I listened to the audio version and was not impressed. I actually found it annoying but I had waited 6 months on hold at the library for the audio so I was bound and determined to finish it. Only one more book to go before I'll get to see Mr. Grey on the big screen.

Master is a dark man. Continuing story. View all 40 comments. He was so very Sexy and Dominant. He was my perfect man. I didn't think he could get any better, and then I read this book.

I think I fell hopelessly in love with him by the time I finished book two. Christian had me swooning throughout this one. His world was turned on its axis once Ana walked away from him after that last session in the "red room of pain". When they are reunited he is making it clear that he can't live without Ana and will do whatever he has to in order to keep her. My heart was about to burst when he declared his love for Ana, and I was almost in tears when he finally let Ana touch him.

These were monumental steps for this beautiful but damaged man to take. Out of all three books, I think this is the one where Christian really shines. There is definitely an enormous amount of sex to be had and I think it actually worked in this one.

We had the right amount of vanilla with a dash of some kinky fuckery. This is how Christian feels he can connect with Ana and believes that sex resolves all of their little arguments. And there were quite a few arguments!! I forgot how annoying Ana could be. She definitely was not my favorite in book two, but I did sympathize with her over the Leila and Elena ordeals.

I still can't believe how much enjoyment I got out of reading this again for the fourth time. I'm just hoping that the movie will be half as good as the books are.

View all 76 comments. Jul 31, Anne rated it it was ok Shelves: humor , nook , trashy-romance-novel , i-lost-brain-cells , read-in I'm moving this to my humor shelf in order to justify giving it a full 2 stars. And I really did laugh quite a bit while reading this, so I'm not just being snarky.

Our story begins where the first book left off. Poor Ana is an emotional train wreck after leaving the oh-so-wonderful Mr. Just cause a guy insists on controlling every aspect of your life, and maybe wants to beat you with a cane on the weekends, you're gonna leave?

Don't be such a quitter, Ana! Don't worry folks! I I'm moving this to my humor shelf in order to justify giving it a full 2 stars. It all turns out ok, because within the first few chapters Ana apologizes for forgetting to use the safe word. I mean, after all, if a boyfriend went to town on my ass until I was blubbering, the first thing I'd do was apologize for leaving him. Cut that shit out! But I'm obviously a freak. How can Slappy ever trust you after something like that, Ana? Cause that's what his reasoning was.

He was upset with her. And she actually fell for that shit! This brings us to my realization that Ana was not a merely naive young woman. Poor Ana was just stupid. In fact, as the book wore on, I began to think that she may be the stupidest heroine I use that word lightly ever written. Her inner monologue revealed that her brain consisted of cotton candy and something called an inner goddess. She repeated things other people said If the real estate agent pointed out a beautiful meadow for horses, Ana would think, Horses!

There's also furniture. Maybe spare rooms for a family? Then Fifty Shades of Crazy would tell her she's beautiful, and her inner goddess would jump up and down in a thong. I really wish I were kidding. She was also disturbingly obsessed with Spanky's teeth and mouth.

He continually smirks, gives lopsided boyish grins, and just generally dazzles her with his mega-watt smile throughout the entire book. However, if he is upset his perfect mouth is then set into a grim line. Ana, let's face it, he's as crazy as a sprayed roach. Better get used to the scowling version of Captain Cane-Your-Ass. I guess she was willing to put up the frowny-face because he was so skilled at making her nipples elongate.

I don't It was weird. Seems like every time they made lurve , his amazing fingers plucked, pinched, and pulled at her titties until they were By the end of the book, I was laughing hysterically because I had this image of a chick with nipples that looked sharpened 2 pencils sticking out of her boobs. Er, I'm sure I misread the author's intent, but that's the picture that kept cropping up in my mind. So what about Christian himself? Here's what I think happened. I think the author went and lost her mind.

Sure, she made his character a total bat-shit lunatic, but then she went and gave him every other unattainable quality she could think up.

He's an intelligent, yet young, bazillionaire. He looks like a model, and all women swoon at his feet. He plays the piano like Beethoven.

He pilots his own plane with a skill like no other. He can sail his giant boat deftly through the water. He sings like an angel. He is an environmentalist. His company is trying to cure world hunger And, well, you already know about his awesome chompers.

Don't cha think it's a bit much? I would personally like to know if Ana would still be enamored with him if he lived in a trailer park, and his Red Room of Pain consisted of an aluminum shed behind his mobile home.

I'm not sure I want you fisting me with all that dirt under your fingernails! But , I did get quite a few laughs out of this book. Mostly the melodramatic parts about her realizing over and over again how veryveryveryvery dear and precious this man was to her. In case you were wondering, Ana uses the word Jeez View all 27 comments. Jun 13, Inge rated it did not like it. Round two — here be spoilers. I personally found Fifty Shades Darker a lot harder to get through. I read the first one in two days because it was entertaining in the fact that it was so, so very bad.

This one is equally bad, but it was also incredibly cheesy, boring, and uneventful. Ana, of course, is completely gutted, because she loves Christ Round two — here be spoilers. Ana, of course, is completely gutted, because she loves Christian. After a week of endless agony, the two lovers meet up again.

Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. You know, because variety is the spice of life. Yes, I remember.

Say good-bye. He gets violently angry whenever Ana so much as talks to another man. So when she actually hugs another guy, he feels the need to stalk up to them in a predatory way, claim his territory, and then get all possessive.

And Ana laps it up like the lap dog she is. It is sickening that this behaviour is viewed as romantic by millions of women. There is nothing romantic about an aggressive douche-canoe who might as well piss on you to claim you as his. When Ana protests, he tells her to stop acting like a child. He buys the company Ana works for. Just because he can. I could get used to this. Just wow.

As if I needed another reason to find him repugnant. He has her middle name, her birth certificate, her social security number, her employment records, yadda, yadda, NUTJOB. We don't want a brawl. He was very hot-headed when he was younger. Without her permission. Then, when she books the flight anyway, he makes it so that all trips have to be approved by the senior board first. You remember when Christian bought her company, so he could be even more of a controlling fucksicle than he already is.

The trip to New York is off. I have your best interests at heart. Probably so the jackass has full control over everything she does. And suggests they have kids. Argue with me and I am going to take it out on your body somehow. If you want someone to cater to your every whim, get a fucking blow-up doll. I like to whip little brown-haired girls like you because you all look like the crack whore — my birth mother. Our cherry on top. Lucky him. That woman is dumb as dirt.

Every time she has the brain to get mad at him for his outrageous behaviour, he just shushes her with sex. And so a pattern develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep.

I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright all haunt me. And the music I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder. I have spoken to no one, not even my mother or Ray. I don't have the capacity for idle talk now. No, I want none of it. I have become my own island state. A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak. Yes, that's me. I can interact impersonally at work, but that's it.

I am finding it difficult to eat. By Wednesday lunchtime, I manage a cup of yogurt, and it's the first thing I've eaten since Friday. I am surviving on a newfound tolerance for lattes and Diet Coke.

It's the caffeine that keeps me going, but it's making me anxious. Jack has started to hover over me, irritating me, asking me personal questions. What does he want? I'm polite, but I need to keep him at arm's length. I sit and begin trawling through a pile of correspondence addressed to him, and I'm pleased with the distraction of menial work.

My e-mail pings, and I quickly check to see who it's from. Holy shit. An e-mail from Christian. Oh no, not here I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers? I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening for your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you - should you wish. Let me know. Tears swim in my eyes. I hastily leave my desk and bolt to the restroom to escape into one of the stalls.

Jose's show. I'd forgotten all about it, and I promised him I'd go. Shit, Christian is right; how am I going to get there?

I clutch my forehead. Why hasn't Jose phoned? Come to think of it - why hasn't anyone phoned? I've been so absentminded, I haven't noticed that my cell phone has been silent.

I am such an idiot! I still have it on divert to the Blackberry. Holy hell. Christian's been getting my calls - unless he's just thrown the Blackberry away. How did he get my e-mail address? He knows my shoe size, an e-mail address is hardly going to present him with many problems. Can I see him again? Could I bear it?

Do I want to see him? I close my eyes and tilt my head back as grief and longing lance through me. Of course I do. Perhaps, perhaps I can tell him I've changed my mind No, no, no.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me. Torturous memories flash through my mind - the gliding, holding hands, kissing, the bathtub, his gentleness, his humor, and his dark, brooding, sexy stare. I miss him. It's been five days, five days of agony that has felt like an eternity.

I wrap my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly, holding myself together. I really miss him I love him. I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I hadn't walked out, wishing that he could be different, wishing that we were together. How long will this hideous overwhelming feeling last? I am in purgatory. Anastasia Steele, you are at work! I must be strong, but I want to go to Jose's show, and deep down, the masochist in me wants to see Christian.

Taking a deep breath, I head back to my desk. His eyes crinkle at the corners, indicating a smile at my eagerness. When he flexes his tongue I pinch my nipples — hard and gasp.

I can feel the orgasm building, my body awash with sexy sensation. Then he licks me over the length of my sex, finding my swollen clitoris and the spiralling begins, spinning like a top. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and rims me with an exploring finger to check for lubrication.

We moan together and our union is complete. Immediately he starts to move, his strokes long and hard — unerring. His hands curl into my hair, pinning my head in place.

His zealous desire is driving him on and I revel in him getting lost in me. He angles his hips, impatient to feel the length of me. We lock our gazes, twin expressions of reverential love and wonder on display for one another. In moments like these our connection is so strong, so deep I realise why I sometimes think it must be fantasy. Watching him I climb again, emotional and physical stimulation colliding to bring me to the cliff again where I pause for a second. He senses my body start its telling tremble.

Eyes closed he kisses my inner thigh, next to his ear then gently unhooks my leg. With languid bodies and tangled limbs we lie facing each other and silently marvel at our dazzling reunion — sated for now. He anticipates my apology like he can read my mind, grasping that my guilt still makes me feel unworthy. I make a mental note to apply myself to coming up with ways to show him how much I regret our separation and how much I love and trust him. His expression is the picture of excitement, taking joy in the simple pleasure of looking after me by feeding my body.

While we wait we can take a shower. I pad across the room to the bathroom and join him in the cascading water. Both hands are in his hair massaging shampoo into his scalp, making his biceps bulge and my satiety disappears along with my shyness.

I move right up to his back and run my hands along his sculpted form, easily gliding around the slick curves. He catches my wrist and steps forward while pulling me close. His words are always inflammatory but the tone is the things that liquefies my insides and my eyes flutter closed, so drawn to him, so needy. When I open them again I enjoy watching him get knocked askew by the profound need he sees in their depths.

His hands mirror his lips, plundering every inch of my skin he can reach, rubbing, moulding, scorching. I reciprocate as hard and as fast as I can, never more grateful that he tolerates my touch. His lips make it to my ear, nipping and licking me closer to the building quake inside of me. I take the not so subtle hint and band my legs around him. Without preamble he fills me, pounding hard and I take every thick slide of him drilling me to the slippery tiles.

A tenacious finger dives between us, quickening my clitoris with expert pressure. My senses are so overwhelmed all I can do is hold on for the inevitable shattering. His head bends to my chest where his tongue swipes across the ink — worshipping his name, written these as a sign of his possession.

I splinter into a million pieces, forgetting myself, only aware of him pulsing wildly inside me. Holy cow! Was it always like this? So intense? I rake my memories while we catch our breaths, his face in my neck with my arms holding him there.

He pushes back my hair, his fingers finding and releasing hairpins as they go before he starts washing it, massaging my head with his glorious strong fingers. He keeps his focus trained on his hands working my scalp and takes a steeling breath. Honest and romantic, what more can a girl want?

My heart jams with emotion for him, packed full — I feel the same way. I decide there and then not to sully our new union with mind games and reservations. I want to give him the gift of certainty. There was a time when he would refuse to believe that he was worth loving. We slip on fluffy white robes and Christian waits while I twist my hair in a towel. He takes my hand and we share a besotted look before we head to the lounge, ditching the idea of the formal table for dinner.

It comes as no surprise that the food is stunning. While we eat we slip effortlessly into chatting. Christian tells me about his trip to Seoul and he seems pleased with the outcome even though the whole ordeal sounds insanely stressful however, you would never say it looking at the fantastically handsome and relaxed man in front of me.

My lips tug into a smile which he instantly answers with a questioning brow, probably because of the rosy flush accompanying it.

I drop my watch as my teeth find my lip. His fingers are quick to release it, pinching it gently away. He cocks his head, amused. In my study, I check e-mails on my computer and there's nothing that can't wait until I get into the office. My thoughts stray to Ana and I wonder if she's had breakfast.

I missed you last night. In the car, on the way to the office, I get a response. I have not had breakfast for several days, so it is a step forward. Now leave me alone--I am trying to work. A man alone, stranded on a deserted island. Is she trying to tell me something? And she loves me. And I'm surprised that those words are getting easier to hear So I shift my focus to what irritates me most about her e-mail. You're going to need your energy for begging.

Taylor pulls up at the curb in front of Grey House. Until later, Taylor. Grey--I am trying to work for a living--and it's you who will be begging. I don't think so. Life is never boring with Ana. I lean back in my chair with my hands behind my head, trying to understand my effervescent mood. When have I ever felt this cheerful? It's frightening. She has the power to give me hope, and the power to make me despair. I know which I prefer.

There's a blank space on my office wall; perhaps one of her portraits should fill the void. Before I can brood on this further, there's a knock on the door. Andrea enters, carrying my coffee. Grey, may I have a word?

What the hell? I don't remember this. She thinks he's a stuck up pretty boy who doesn't care about anyone but himself, and he thinks she's a stuck up prude who wouldn't know how to put out if she tried. And yet His only saving grace was his mother who was a dance teacher.

However, Tony kept his knowledge of ballet a highly-guarded secret. Allison Allie Holbrook is the rebellious daughter of a rich man. Since a paternity test confirmed she was his, Jefferson Holbrook took financial but not emotional responsibility for her. He had a nanny care for her until she was old enough to go to boarding school.

Does love have limits? At what cost? Out of nowhere, when Allie least expects it, Tony crashes into her life. Now, the stakes have never been higher.

Fifty Shades Darker - Chapter 8.

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