Anarchy Tate James Quotes

When you dream of me, make it rough.

you had your chance, Cassiel. Hell, you’ve had more than one chance, and you blew them all. Suck it up and stop messing with my fucking head. I don't have the time or patience to be manipulated by your dick right now.

Roses are bloody, I’ve been blue, you’re a goddess and I want to fuck you.

I'm not asking you for forever, Red," he murmured in that deep, husky voice that all but dripped sex. "But you'll give it to me anyway.

You did not just dad-joke me while fingering my pussy.

I'm here if you need me. I always will be.

No, you dense bitch. I love you.

I said, no. No, I will not sit down. Not about this. I'm not goddamn overstepping, Dare, because I fucking love you. Okay? I love you.

This ass..." I arched my hips, wiggling my behind at him in invitation. Smack it, fuck it, I didn't care. I just wanted him to take whatever the fuck he wanted from my body. Use me, abuse me, make me forget my own goddamn name.

You aren't exactly the type of woman to sit around and wait for a man to sweep her off her feet. But... is it selfish to wish that I had done that for you?

You guys need to fuck so bad it's painful.

I couldn't just shoot him and feed his body to my shark in the Club 22 aquarium, not if he was in communication with the FBI and had already cast suspicion my way.

Hell, the only teenager in the room was acting the most emotionally adjusted out of the lot of us.

The audacity of some men was astounding.

Insanely jealous," he admitted in a hoarse whisper. "I want to know everything he did to you, then I want to do it all myself and make you scream harder. Louder. I want to make you forget his fucking name while my dick is inside you.

Jesus," I hissed when my cunt throbbed in response to his touch. Cass let out a low, dark chuckle. "Nah, just a Saint." "Oh my god," I groaned, pushing back from his grip to glare at him. "You did not just dad-joke me while fingering my pussy. Fucking hell, Cass.

Fuck. Fuckity fuck shit, I was doomed.

No, I mean, I really can't. I love MK, don't get me wrong, but holy shit she's loud in bed. I actually got Kody to buy me earplugs this morning on our way over. If I have to hear my friend begging for one of the guys to fuck her ass one more time, I'm gonna puke.

You weren't you back then. The look in your eyes got hollower, deader every fucking day I saw you, and I knew it was because of him. I used to sneak into your room while you were sleeping just to check your pulse and make sure you hadn't killed yourself when it all got too much." Her voice broke over that confession, and I could hear the tears in her breathing.

I can't ignore the way I feel about you, and in case you missed the point here, let me spell it out. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. No amount of hard-headed denial will change that. Neither will the added complications in the kitchen right now.

Officer Shane's face reddened with anger, but he wasn't smart enough to talk his way out of this situation. He used to be on the Wraith’s payroll and had close ties to Madison Kate's deranged stalker. We let him live because we knew how dirty he was. It was like a flashing neon sign screaming that a case or a crime scene was being meddled with by someone outside my organization.

One of the fighters in the event my club had been promoting for months suddenly has an addiction to angel dust? Of all the fucking drugs on the market...

I need to wash the smell of Lucas from your skin so that when I get you all sweaty and wrapped around my dick, I can pretend you're entirely mine.

I haven't seen you around Anarchy before." "Uh, Puck, ma'am. Adam Puck. I just started a couple days ago." He stammered,

If you fucking die now, kid, I'll personally take a trip to hell, resurrect your ass, and kill you all over again.

Of course it's fucking not," I replied caustically. "Last I checked, I didn't ask for my supposedly dead ex-fiancé to rise from his grave, blow up my club, then kidnap and torture the guy I've been sleeping with.

I don't have the time or patience to be manipulated by your dick right now.

No. You listen to me, Hayden Timber. I've stood back and watched you push people away and isolate yourself time and time again, making yourself utterly un-fucking-touchable. For fucking years. Now, in the short time you've been screwing Lucas, something has changed, and I for one don't want to see it change back. You care for him. You're going to the hospital and making sure he's alive. End of discussion.

This is weird." It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend; he was just a guy I was fucking. Right? Right. He was just an addictively good lay who had gotten caught in the crosshairs of a burgeoning gang war.

He kept calling you his. He kept talking about his darling." Bile rose in my throat, and I shoved it back down with Herculean effort. "Chase," I whispered, my voice full of dread and five-year-old fear. "He's alive. How...

I saw it would only allow me three hours sleep.

So you don't want to tell me about how Lucas is actually an eighteen-year-old high school senior at Shadow Prep?" I'd been taking a sip of my coffee when he said that and promptly choked on it.

If I have to hear my friend begging for one of the guys to fuck her ass one more time, I'm gonna puke.

What? No, you haven't. He has a girlfriend." I winced. "Uh, yeah. Me.

He almost died because he was sleeping with me, and my first reaction was relief that it hadn't been you." She said nothing for a second, then tightened her jaw and gave me a hard look. "Who? Who took him?" She tilted her chin up in determination like she was daring me to try and lie to her. "Who are you trying to protect me from this time?

You're a piece of fucking work, Dare. You wanna tell me your dead ex tortured some high school kid that you've been fucking? For what? You sure as hell aren't in love. You've been using him, just like you use everyone you meet. And when they're no longer useful, you kill them. Just like you killed Dad when he wouldn't give you the power you wanted. You're fucking sick, Dare. You need professional help.

I did. With some help. I personally shoved a knife in my father’s back during a Timberwolf monthly meeting, then slit his throat. Chase wasn't there, though. Somehow, he'd found out what I had planned, and none of the Lockharts were at the meeting like they were supposed to be." Lucas's hand still gripped mine, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I spoke. I couldn't handle seeing fear in his eyes as he heard about my pivotal moment in becoming Hades.

Maybe he just needed a chill session with good weed and shitty kids’ movies to level out his bad temper every now and then. I'd remember that.

just heard back from the insurance company regarding 7th Circle. They've denied your claim." Motherfuckers. Seven million dollars invested in that venue... up in smoke.

Damn Cass... I badly needed replacement underwear. Skirts weren't ideal when my cunt was getting so wet around him.

This. Lucas's uncle with the squeaky-clean background check and the secret arsenal underneath his house. He wasn't an accountant... he was a fucking mercenary.

And really? Right now? This is the moment you choose to confess your feelings for me after all the years we've had together. You wait until some fucking ghost of my ex is waging war on my empire and two other men are vying for my affections? And you thought... shit, why not?

Lucas gave a sharp laugh. "Yes, you are." Blowing out a breath, I turned to face him properly for the first time since he'd admitted that I took his fucking virginity.

promise I'm not going to hurt your mom, Lucas. I just want to talk with her a moment." And find out how in the hell she knew my parents. What connection did the Wildeboer family have to the Timbers?

We were friends," Sandra told me in a nostalgic whisper, her eyes misty as she gazed at me. I got the feeling she wasn't seeing me at all, but my mom. "Natasha was too good for your father. He knew it too." My jaw tightened. "She didn't die in a car accident, did she?" Sandra gave a sad sigh. "No. He shot her. She tried to leave him, tried to take you and your sister, and he shot her." Those words were like a knife in my already bleeding heart. "How do you know?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Because I saw it happen," she murmured. "And I was so scared. I had Luka to think of, so I ran. I made some bad choices, trusted the wrong people to keep me safe..." Her words trailed off, tears gathering in her eyes.

What's going on here?" The question was quite clearly for Zed, and the other occupants of the room knew it. The near-naked woman sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees just blinked up at me, her cheek puffy and red with a handprint. The man who was no doubt responsible for that handprint? Well, he couldn't have answered me even if he’d wanted to. Zed had him on the floor, hog-tied and gagged, but not in a fun sort of way.

didn't believe you could be quiet for this part," he whispered back at me, his face pure mischief. Then he hitched one of my legs up so my knee touched my shoulder and slammed his monster cock back into me hard enough to make me see stars.

was seventeen, naïve as fuck, gaslighted at every waking moment, and abused behind closed doors by my sociopathic fiancé. The night I'd gone to Zed had been one of my worst mistakes. Not only had he rejected my feelings, making me think I'd imagined our connection... but Chase had found out. And he'd made me pay.

My cock is more than filling.

Blood fell onto the floor at my feet, a soft splat with each heavy drop rolling from my face. I hung loose in my chains, long since given up wasting my energy trying to get free.

He turned back to face me, shrugging his hood back to reveal a scarred face, partly covered with a leather eyepatch, and a deranged smile. "You have no idea how right you are, pretty boy.

Then he stabbed me. As if branding me wasn't enough.

Chase and I bonded over our mutual interest in learning how to kill a man seventeen ways without a weapon.” "Seventeen ways with just your hands?" Lucas asked, an amused smile playing across his full lips.

I did something stupid when I was eighteen," I told them, swallowing heavily against the rising tide of emotion. "I fucked up, and as a result Seph almost paid the price. Our father listed her for sale on a darknet site that dealt in what they considered top tier human auctions. Through some investigation, I discovered that this wasn't the first time my father had dealt in stolen girls. He and the Lockhart family had been smuggling countless children into the country for years. But the part that flipped my switch was when I discovered it'd been Chase, my fucking fiancé, who had given Garrett—or Fang as he liked to be called—the idea to sell Seph to remind Darling who really holds the power.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. "High School Musical," he mumbled, then yawned. For a second I thought he was joking, then the characters on screen started singing and dancing in the middle of a basketball court, and I snickered a laugh. "Shh," Zed told me, "I love this part.

Not today, Satan.

These days I generally use bullets to deal with my problems," I admitted with a small shrug, "but I'd be an idiot to let my skills get rusty simply because I have other people to do the dirty work for me. Complacency is what gets people in my profession assassinated." Lucas gave me a look that bordered on adoration and dipped his head to kiss me lightly. "That's why you're Hades,

Nothing so innocent," Cass cut him off with an irritated grunt. "He's in for PCP addiction.

He shot me an accusing look. "Chase took him to hurt you, which means he knows you care about the adorable little gumdrop.

Then again, if I couldn't let my walls down around Zed of all people, maybe I really was the broken, heartless bitch Seph thought I was.

I slaughtered a lot of people that night who’d been innocent of the crimes that’d forced my hand, but I’d been too paranoid, too angry to offer any benefit of the doubt. Anyone who’d remotely seemed suspicious had been killed.

If I have to. You either look after yourself or we will do it for you. No one needs you turning into a martyr, Hades. That's not going to get this fucking cockroach caught and killed." Shock rippled through me. "We?

You're the best, Zed," I groaned before taking a bite of the buttery bread. He shot me a smirk and a wink. "I know how you like your bread buttered, boss.

Our driver was still inside, but he was very much dead. Blood and chunks of brain decorated the interior of the car, and when I nudged his lolling head back, a bullet wound decorated his forehead. The front windscreen of his car was totally smashed in and the hood totally crumpled.

gave a small sigh, then read it aloud. "Sorry I scratched your car, Darling. Still love me?" I folded the paper again and tucked it into my back pocket. "Let's go. This was a setup; he's just playing with me.

I gave him a weak smile. "Zed taught me how to drive when I was sixteen," I told him. "But he didn't trust me not to crash his car, so we would take Chase's instead and just... not tell him. Until one night I thought a cat was on the road, and I swerved to miss it. Crashed right into a tree." I swallowed heavily as the old, venomous emotions clinging to my memories of Chase tried to surface. "I knew he was going to be so mad, so I wrote him a note and left it taped to the windshield after the car got towed back to his place." Cass nodded his understanding. "Gotcha. Word for word, I assume?

I arched my hips, wiggling my behind at him in invitation. Smack it, fuck it, I didn't care. I just wanted him to take whatever the fuck he wanted from my body. Use me, abuse me, make me forget my own goddamn name. His weight shifted on the mattress, and I turned my face to watch him unzip his fly. Then my mouth went dry and I needed to swallow several times as he palmed his dick and met my eyes with a dark, hungry gaze. "I bet that hurt," I murmured, breaking away from his stare to eye his inked cock. Cass responded by stroking himself, his thumb highlighting the designs decorating the base of his shaft.

made it all of three steps before he caught me again, this time with his fingers tangled in my hair. A surprised yelp escaped my throat as he pulled me backwards against his hard chest with a twist of his wrist, tightening my hair around his fist and holding me prisoner. "No, Red," he growled in my ear as he walked me forward. "I don't have to stop you because you don't want to leave. You just want me to take the decision out of your hands." His free hand caressed my bare belly, then dipped lower to stroke my throbbing pussy. His fingers spread me open as he pushed me into the wall right beside the front door. Right where this had all started. Except this time, someone was on the other side, knocking persistently like they urgently needed his attention.

liked pushing him away, and making him pull me back in so fucking hard. I liked challenging his dominance. It turned me on.

shock of excitement, of exhilaration, ran through me like a lightning strike, and my heart galloped against my ribs as his fingers tightened and his lips brushed over mine. "I told you not to get dressed, angel," he murmured, his grip just a fraction away from cutting off my air, but loose enough that I could still reply. "What are you gonna do about it, then?" Silly question. Cass kept his grip on my throat but circled around behind me until my back was pressed to his chest once more. Slowly, letting me anticipate his actions, he reached out and plucked a fileting knife from the block on the counter. Then, in a series of quick, precise cuts, he shredded my bodysuit but left my gun holster intact. "I swear," he murmured in my ear, "I've never seen a woman make weapons look so fucking hot." Satisfied with the way he'd destroyed my bodysuit, he stabbed his knife point first into the wooden cutting board in front of me.

He cursed and gave me exactly what I wanted. He went harder on my cunt and on my throat, squeezing in just the right place to make my vision dance and my lungs scream as I came with soul-shattering convulsions.

Trust me?" Lucas asked, meeting my eyes with a heavy dose of sincerity and a small part mischief. I gave the most honest answer I was capable of while his dick was still fully encased in my pussy. "Within reason, yes." He flashed a smile. "Fair." He swiped my phone out of my hand and slid his thumb over the answer button. My eyes bugged out, but he clapped his hand over my mouth, telling me with his eyes to be quiet as he took the call and switched it to speaker. "Hey, Zed.

I thought accountant was code for sex worker, not hitman.

You broke my heart, Zed. Is that what you want to hear from me? You're the only person to ever break my heart. But I sucked it up and dealt with it. You offered me friendship and I took it. You're my best friend and nothing more." "Jesus, Dare, that was six years ago, and you were engaged to my best friend! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn't know. I had no idea what he was—" He broke off scrubbing a hand over his face. "I thought I was doing the right thing.

You're mine right now, Red," he growled, his jeans rough on the backs of my legs and his chest hot against my shoulders. That was all the warning he gave before he slammed his cock into me from behind, grunting as he slipped inside my wet, throbbing cunt.

Do you think about what I wrote in that letter, Red?" he asked me in a darkly seductive whisper, his short beard scraping over my shoulder as he kissed and bit my neck. "I do. All the time." I moaned, bucking my hips when his fingers found my clit. "Yes," I panted. His fingers stilled. As did his hips. Fuck. "Yes, what?" A low, frustrated and supremely aroused growl rumbled from my chest. "Yes, sir," I corrected. "All the fucking time. The other night I woke up after a dirty dream about you, and I got myself off to the things you wrote." There was a pause for a moment, then his lips moved on my shoulder in another kiss. "Next time you do that," he told me in a hoarse whisper, "send me a video." My brows hitched, but shit, I was game. "Done.

Dudes were so gross.

Fists clenched at his sides, he took two steps closer. "I said, no. No, I will not sit down. Not about this. I'm not goddamn overstepping, Dare, because I fucking love you. Okay? I love you.

my best—" He cut me off with a sharp laugh of disbelief. "No, you dense bitch. I love you." And then, because clearly I'd missed the emphasis he was placing on that statement, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and crashed his lips down on mine.

Zed was at her side, as always, and for once I was actually happy to see him. Even if he was head over heels in love with my girl.

She was flipping gender roles like nobody's business, and I was here for it.

There was a fight at Anarchy every weekend, but I knew Alexi was talking about our main event of the season. There was a lineup of several hyped-up pairings, and Alexi was fighting Archer. He didn't stand a chance, but it'd be a good show. They both fought professionally within the UFC, so it'd draw a hell of a crowd. Great for liquor sales, even better for laundering money on bets.

So, the creepy, old abandoned amusement park that had haunted my nightmares way too damn often was getting a facelift and a new name. Anarchy. It seemed oddly appropriate, considering the crowd it'd attracted for Archer's fight.

I know," I replied softly. "I love you too. You're my best—" He cut me off with a sharp laugh of disbelief. "No, you dense bitch. I love you.

If you fucking die now kid, I'll personally take a trip to hell, resurrect your ass and kill you all over again.

There are so many things I want to do to you, with you, for you... but instead of writing it all down, I'd much rather play it all out in person.

Ugh. Dudes were so gross. Pity I was so addicted to the dick.

Zed had the best of intentions. He wanted to push that delicate relationship balance between us in a way I'd been quietly hoping he would do for ages. Yet all it'd done was resurface my badly patched trauma and thrown me straight back into the past when I was seventeen, naïve as fuck, gaslighted at every waking moment, and abused behind closed doors by my sociopathic fiancé.

Public sex with a man I frequently wanted to strangle wasn't ranking high on my list of priorities.

To the kid in primary school who threw a moldy lemon at me and laughed at my imaginary friends. Look who’s laughing now, asshole! Me and my imaginary friends are making lemonade. De-fucking-licious.