She meets a man who is beautiful, brilliant and intimidating when literature student Anastasia Steele goes to interview young entrepreneur Christian Grey. The unworldly, innocent Ana is startled to realize that she wants this man, and finds that she is desperate to get close to him, despite his enig... matic reserve. Unable to resist the quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit of Ana, Grey admits that he too wants her—but on his own terms.
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Ana hesitates, shocked yet thrilled by Grey's unique erotic tastes. Grey is a man tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control for all the trappings of success—his multinational businesses, his vast wealth, his loving family. As the couple embark on a daring, passionately physical affair, Ana discovers the secrets of Christian Grey and explores her own dark desires.
The Fifty Shades Trilogy is an erotic, amusing, and deeply moving tale that will obsess you, possess you, and remain with you forever.
This book is for mature audiences.
Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian? Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly. No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’s a lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom. My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot. But why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified. You want to play on your Xbox? I ask. He laughs, loudly. No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.… Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath. You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on stand-by to take you whenever you want to go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide. Just open the damn door, Christian. He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath I walk in. And it feels like I’ve time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition. Holy fuck.