Quotes About Provocation

What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder—perhaps imagine—whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?

jabbed a finger in the air at Martella. "Bump up

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now. And he was, with a smile.

What's next? The size of my cock?" "Hey, even pencils can get the job done—I've heard the moaning from your room to prove it.

There was a sniffle from the crowd. At which point, Rhage's voice hissed, "What. This is beautiful, 'kay? Fuck all y'all.

Fuck. Me, Vishous Breathed. I will so pass on that, Lassiter muttered.

Before the man could answer V cursed If I have to hear all that Keanu Reeves, Matrix, I am Neo' kind of shit my head's going to explode. Don't you mean Neon? Butch shot back Cause he reminds me of the Citgo sign. Wraths head turned Shut the fuck up. All of you.

Don't make me flip you off Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby? Because my finger's getting sore.

I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and Beth

Fucking hell. Did you guys plan that out? Yeah, and if you don't fight us--Hollywood bit down on his grape Tootsie-Pop--we'll do it again--only with dance moves this time. Spare me. Fine. Unless you agree to home it, we will rock the dance moves.. To prove the point, the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of, Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhh, yeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy....

And if you ever put a gun in my face again, I will fuck you up no matter what my job is.

Well, aren't you Mother fucking Teresa

As she took a deep breath, all she smelled was him, the scent going in her nose and blooming all over her body. Bastard, she thought. Irresistible bastard

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. What the fuck is your problem? I'm bored. With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose.

Don't even fucking think about it." … "I don't know what you're talking about--" "Do not make me grab your hard-one to prove my point

No offense," she muttered, "but fucking drink.

Fuck me!" he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.

Phury laid a hard one on the male's mouth, the kiss a punch between faces, not anything even remotely sexual. And he did it only to wipe the expression off the bastard's face. It worked. The Reverend stiffened and growled, and Phury knew he'd called the guy's bluff. But just to make sure the lesson was learned, he clipped the male's lower lip with a fang.

Shut the door behind you. Or don't. I don't give a fuck. But if I don't leave now, I'm going to have to explain to Elise why I killed you, and I'd rather talk about her class schedule." —

And then he let out a predatory hiss— —and bit her so hard she had to hold back a curse. Now

You want to throw me against a wall and see if I stick?

Dumb-ass human, looking at his female like that? The bastard was lucky John was so sexed up. Otherwise he'd have taken the time to break a leg or an arm just to make a point.

So yeah, conversationally speaking, we just faced off in a duel, where she had a gun and I had two paper clips and a rubber band. But it's fine. Although, hey, while we're on the subject, maybe you want to slice my nut sac off and put my two veg in your back pocket? 'Cuz I won't be needing them anymore after this.

The door to the PT suite swung open, and Peyton appeared between the jambs with a bottle of liquor in his hand, an arousal in his pants, and the wild look in his eye of someone over the brink. In this current incarnation, the male was something right out of the Bad Idea Catalog. And what do you know ... a blond male with an able body was exactly what she wanted in her virtual shopping cart.