Bb Reid Quotes

Tell me, what are your intentions with my granddaughter. She’s never had a boyfriend, you know. Yes, ma’am. I am aware. And did you have anything to do with that? The corner of his mouth lifted in a half grin. I might have. Why? Because she’s mine.

I can't— You can and you will.Take me, baby.

It's too much. No. It's not enough.

There’s no need to be a prude about it. Everyone has orgasms and the ones who don’t…God bless their souls.

Looking at me like that will get you fucked, Monroe.

Wait! I'm not ready. Tough shit, Monroe. You had a year to get ready. Can we talk about this? I'm done talking. It's time to fuck.

I’m afraid for him because every day he has to fight the person he is, to be the person he wants to be.

I would paint this fucking town in red if I have to until I found her.

Kill the fucking act. You don't have anything I won't see, feel, and taste. Again...and again...and again.

I’m not afraid to die. I’m just unwilling.

I’m a hopeless fuck who is obsessed with a girl he still wants to hurt.

Don't do this. I have every intention of doing this. I have since the first time you looked at me with the same need that I felt every damn day.

I wish I could get Keiran to tell me about his past. I feel like it has everything to do with why he is this way. You ever think he might just have a really dominant personality?

I wanted them all equally, but I craved them for different reasons. Houston challenged me, Loren worshiped me, and Rich made me feel like I was worthy of redemption.

He lifted his head and stared at me with a dark look in his eyes. You taste sweeter than you pretend to be.

No one touches you. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. I hated the eagerness apparent in my voice.

Handcuffs. Freaking handcuffs. What are you doing with those? Handcuffing you. No, I mean why do you have them in the first place? I'm saving them for a rainy day. These are new actually. It's like a “thinking of you” gift because I was thinking of you when I bought them.

You were born among monsters,” she lifted my face when I hid in her shoulder, “but you were not meant to walk with them.

You don’t know me beyond my cock, Monroe. Don’t pretend otherwise.

I hated her with everything I had because it was the only emotion I had to give. I realized, even then, I was giving her everything. She was the bane of my existence, and at the very same, the reason I cared to exist.

She isn’t yours to protect.” “She’s my friend.” “And she is JUST mine.

I brought you here didn't I? Why so you can chain me up in your basement. Don't give me ideas, Monroe or you'll never make it out of here. The only reason I haven't chained you in my basement is because I know you'll be missed.

Making her fear me was only half the battle. I needed to make her want me, too.

The cracks were there, but I was no longer afraid of them. Instead, they served as a reminder that love wasn’t meant to be a pristine affair. It was meant to be messy and meant to hurt, but it would always mend if it’s true.

I get to fuck you senseless. All night. For as long as I need to.” He stepped closer bending his head down until his breath fanned over my neck. “And you can’t tap out—no matter how good it feels.

Sometimes pissing off the people you love is how you do them the most good in the end.

I spent the last eleven years making your life hell. I’m ready to spend the rest of mine making it up to you. Spoiling you is just the start. Will you let me?

There were two types of people when it came to pain. Those who received it and those who gifted it. Let’s just say, I’ve become one generous motherfucker.

If you think I’m trying to scare you, then my seduction skills need serious work. Besides, I don’t need fear to control you anymore. My cock is pretty good at making you do what I want.

I used my arm to crush her against me, enjoying the harsh gasp that escaped her lips. A part of me relished the thought of hurting her even just a little. It’s how she affected me. She made me want to hurt her and protect her all at once.

And there lies the problem with our inherited human nature. We only bothered to take care of one another when it was too goddamn late.

How would I ever be able to fix my broken love when he was still afraid of the dark?

She now had a faraway look in her eyes, and I experienced the unfamiliar, yet intense need to hold her and protect her from the world, but most of all from me.

As for Monroe, I would stay away for now, but I had no intention of letting her go. She would have to be pried from my cold, lifeless fingers.

Sometimes I think I enjoy pain, physically and mentally. Sick right?

One man’s greed is another man’s tragedy.

I was as much her sexual prisoner as she was mine. Those would be the times I took her the hardest and unleashed my cruelty on her.

A broken love can still last forever so long as you carry the pieces close to your heart.

The problem with glass was that it shattered under pressure.

I will do everything in my power to make it work. You see, I have nothing to lose…but you do.” “Maybe you do, but you just don’t care,” I argued. “Then that makes me a very dangerous man.

Pain isn’t singular. We’re not alone, no matter how much it seems that way. Someone out there feels it too, and if we ever meet, we could bring our broken pieces together. We could bind them and form one heart.” He looked into her brown eyes. “We could be Bound.

In the end, what hurt the most was he got to be the one to leave and I was left holding the shattered pieces.

I spent my whole life afraid of you. You were the monster under the bed and the devil who stole my soul.

So are you saying it wasn’t my cock that filled your pussy with come? It wasn’t my seed that grew inside you? It wasn’t me you saw each time you looked in her eyes?

Fuck that. I’d stop her heart with my bare hands before I allowed her give it to anyone else.

I didn’t like anyone seeing what was mine unless his name was Houston Morrow or Loren James.

This is not a date. I didn’t agree to that.” “Then call it a pregame to fucking. Feel better?

I liked to be in my head where I felt at home amongst my own chaos.

You messed up when you let me near you. You messed up when you let me touch you. But you fucked up when you let me have you.

I realize you haven’t been owned by me for a while. Believe me, baby. I know it’s been a while—too fucking long, but this shit right here,” I bit her lip and looked deep into her eyes, “will get you into a lot of fucking trouble. Quit acting up.

He came around to open my door and held out his hand to me. The gesture said more than what the eye could see. He could have easily lifted me out of the car without me being able to do anything to stop him but instead he was asking for my consent. To accept what was about the happen.

I heard you… before you left. I heard you, and now I see that you were right. You don’t deserve to love me.

I’m asking for you to save my life because with every breath in my body, I love you. I’ll love you until my last. Without you, I am no longer someone with a reason to live.

You’re feeling incredibly sure of your power today.” “Last night, I had my cock buried deep in your ass while you screamed for more… why wouldn’t I be?

Learn the words, survive the tour, and then we’ll talk. In the meantime, sign this.

I could never have all three of them. I didn’t factor in Loren’s volatility, Houston’s mistrust, and the secrets Rich was apparently keeping.

Love isn’t an illusion that requires silence to maintain. It only needs our memory of what it was like without each other.

Because his touch felt like finding home, and I was too easily won.

Have you had another motherfucker around my kid?” The audible hitch in her breath and the guilt that flashed in her eyes did nothing to stop my growing rage. “What do you mean?” she stammered. “You bitch.” I released her neck and took a step back. “Who is he?” “Who is who?” she screamed. “There’s no one!” “That’s not what your eyes just said.” “So now you’re a fucking mind reader?” “No. I’m your fucking mind reader. Shelly, don’t play with me,” I warned. “You have no right to question my love life.” Love? Was she in love? Fuck that. I’d stop her heart with my bare hands before I allowed her give it to anyone

In the age of social media, you weren’t angry or grieving unless you posted about it online. Our instincts dictated we run to strangers on the internet the moment we experience pain, to tell the world how deeply gutted we are over the loss of our loved ones—as if the multitude of absentminded apologies and offers of prayers would actually mend the rip.

You’re dick dizzy.

single hard thrust and then he was coming, spilling his seed into my unprotected body.

Well, maybe he should be upfront with her. Don Lemon once said, ‘There’s a degree of deception in silence.

My only mission became to save her. I wanted to be the very person I grew up hating. I wanted to be her hero.

What if I can get you the information you need without setting him up or getting close to him?

So do you actually expect to just pick up where we left off?” “Second chances can be deadly, but I set you free once. Now you’re mine.”      “I

If you looked up stubborn in the dictionary, you’d find Four with her middle finger up.

Love is much more powerful than fear

I pull you in, you push me away. I never wanted this war, Ever. You did. Why should I be the only one with scars?

You feel like you're mine", he growled in my ear. "are you mine?" "I'm yours." "That can't be true," he taunted. "My girl would do what she's told.

I read somewhere once that fear is temporary. It’s regret that lasts forever.

It’s you, beautiful. You’re his weakness.

How did I put into words that the mere thought of her not breathing the same air as me made me a little less desperate for my next breath? Could I even trust her with that kind of power?

Can you imagine how much it fucking hurt to feel as if each breath you took might be your last but always using the little you had to beg the one person who claimed to love you unconditionally just to be there? It fucked me up. But most of all, it changed me. And I hated her for it.

This world is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and the people in it would rather you be miserable as long as they’re comfortable. Why not carve out our own piece and be free to love how we choose?

We began to walk away when I felt a sharp pain rip through my skull. Trevor had grabbed me by my ponytail and flung me to the floor in a fit of rage. I hit the floor, and the force of the impact dazed me.

My cousin will fuck anything that moves.” “And yet he hasn’t fucked you.” “Monroe…” “Sorry.” I suppressed the sneaky laugh bubbling in my chest, but it quickly died when a disturbing thought occurred to me.

Lucas and Z kneeled on each side of the woman in their arms. Their mouths sucked at each of her nipples while their fingers worked together to pleasure her—Lucas at her clit while Z’s fingers plunged inside her. Her head was tilted back so all I could make out was her blonde hair and slim body as she writhed with pleasure.

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fuckery?

the risk means my surrender, then this…” He kneeled and my heart ricocheted around my chest. “This, Shelly, is me surrendering to you.

I found her in the living room watching re-runs of Sons of Anarchy. I think she had a thing for Charlie Hunnam.

Love isn't an illusion that requires silence to maintain. It only needs out memory of what it was like without each other.

I like you tame, and I like you wild. Maybe I’ll keep you both.

Would you like to know the difference between you and I, little troublemaker? You run from your demons. I chase mine.

I’m the moth to your flame, Lou. I’d rather be burned a thousand times than be free of you.

Forgive me so we can move on.” I was lost, without answers, and left with only what was in my heart for survival. “I want to be with you, Four Archer.

But whatever happens, I choose us.

You are the karma I deserve.

The peer begged her forgiveness.

You have a thing for me? I think I do.

You're the most beautiful nuisance.

I don't want your help. He's my responsibility." The depth of his eyes deepened. "And you're mine.

You were never worthy of my strings.

I’d always been able to separate sex from emotions but with Barbette I wasn’t so sure. Most of the time, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her, kill her, or fall to my knees and beg her to take me back.

he managed to make me feel like a virgin all over again, and not the girl who secretly craved his hard, rough, angry sex and mind games. This could very well be another mind game… in fact, I knew it was, but I didn’t seem to care.

You were a mirror that I couldn’t break. Seeing you so wild and brave and free reminded me who I used to be. It wasn’t just your body that tempted me. It was your soul, baby. For the first time, I wanted to be free no matter the consequences, and that scared me.

I beg to differ. My former favorite cousin would have ridden her hard by now.” “What the—she’s not a horse.” I felt my nostrils flare when I turned on him. “Give me a fucking break. Of course, she’s not a horse. You can’t fuck a horse.” I ran my hand down my face and counted to five.

I took her face in my hands and brought her close so only she could hear. “This is the day we meet for the first time and the rest of forever.” “I still don’t understand,” she cried, so I kissed her lips and prepared myself for what came next. “You promised me a long time ago that when it was all over, you’d bring me to my knees.” I let go of her face and took her hand. “I hope one will do.” I lowered myself to one knee and looked her in her eyes. “You chased away the monsters and became my reason—my forever. I’m yours, Lake Monroe. Will you marry me today?” “Yes, I fucking will,” she screamed. Just then, a light showering of flower petals rained down on us, and when she looked up, her breath caught. Buddy sat on the edge of the monkey bars with a handful flowers, sprinkling them over us. “Buddy!” “You were my hero.” He grinned. She smiled up at him and then turned to face me, and I nodded at the priest to begin. “We are gathered together to celebrate the very special love between bride and groom, by joining them in marriage…

Lilac. Love smells like lilac. Love is lilac. My head may have forgotten that field, but my heart hadn’t. It had been trying to tell me all along. I’d found my haven all over again in three broken rock gods. When the world wrote off my pain, I could run to them and forget. They’d be my shelter, my peace, and my solace. I could sing, I could sleep, I could laugh, I could cry. In their arms, I could just be. All I needed to know was why they weren’t here now.