Quotes from Joanna Wylde

It's a guy thing," he told me. "We like taking care of our women. You don't let me help you, the other boys'll make fun of me and then I'll have to cry. Are you trying to make me cry, London?" He blinked at me like an innocent puppy, and I couldn't help it. I started laughing, and we both knew he'd won. "You suck," I told him. "You like it." He was right—I totally did.

She'd never been more beautiful—at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.

My nipples hardened (traitorous little bitches) and my eyes widened.

Life is too short to let a man call the shots.

I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren't right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy.

Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.

I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on.

Once a man disposes a body for you, the moral high ground has been lost.

Shut it down, Wonder Woman demanded. You have sex with him tonight and you're officially a prostitute. A cheap prostitute. You think I'd fuck Batman for anything less than ten grand?

I'd never be more than a toy to him, and the men in his family had a history of breaking their toys. They just did it in different ways.

When you're someone's property, you're a woman the brothers will die to protect," he continued, his voice softening. "They'll die to protect your kid, too. Don't turn that kind of loyalty into something ugly because you don't like the words we use. Dancer, Marie, Maggs? They're proud to be property, because they know what it means. Nobody forcing them to do anything.

Because I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay.

He shoved up my shirt, exposing the red satin bra I'd decided to wear while cleaning his house for no particular reason I cared to acknowledge.

Painter's mouth dropped down to my ear, catching it in his teeth just tight enough to hurt. I felt the hardness between his legs grinding into me as need exploded through my body. He smelled so good . . . My hips twisted, desperate for more. Painter groaned.

I'd lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked.

This isn't about getting laid, Randi. I just want it clear – I'm staking my claim. I missed out the first time we met. I won't let it happen again.

I'm totally down with angry hate sex – especially since it's usually followed by hot makeup sex – but this is our first time. It should be sweet. Happy. It should be so fucking beautiful that unicorns dance on the ceiling and my dick shoots rainbows instead of come. We can fight later.

We'll date later … maybe next year. Until then, I'll be the guy fucking you. And the guy who bandages up your feet. You can cry on me, too, but I'm not gonna let you dump me until we've had a real chance. Sooner or later, you'll be ready to live again. I can wait.

I counted to three, then popped up and shot four times into the darkness. "now that our sniper knows we can fight back, he'll have to be more cautious about approaching the truck. That'll slow him down, which might make the difference for us." "So your solution is to play Whac-a-Mole with a murderer?

From now on, consider me your resident nun." My boss smiled. "I don't usually see nuns wearing shorts that tiny." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so I'm a slutty nun who needs the tips. God understands. You gotta dress for success in this world.

Whatever this was between us, it wasn't one sided and I wasn't the only one blown away. "You can't tell me this isn't happening," he said, the words torn harshly from his throat. I wanted to deny it but I couldn't. "I've never felt anything like it in my life," I admitted. He growled, all savage satisfaction at my admission. Then his hand twisted hard in my hair, bringing his mouth back down over mine.

You can bullshit all you want about sex and one-night stands, but I'm not done with you yet and you know it. I get what I want, and I want you.

A lot's gone down, but right now the critical information is that you belong to me," I told her, my voice rough. "You're my property. You don't understand what that means, and that's okay. I'll teach you. But when you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a before I claimed you and an after. Now it's after. You got me?

What will you be?" Shade smiled. "I'll be yours, Mandy." "For how long?" He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine. "For as long as you want me, babe. I don't have much to offer, but what I've got is yours.