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

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.

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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 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.

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

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

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?

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

The problem with glass was that it shattered under pressure.

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 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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.

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

You’re dick dizzy.

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

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?

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

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

stop setting your feelings aside to make room for people who wouldn’t think twice about yours.

If you don’t want me to follow you into fire, then don’t run into fire.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Once upon a puppet, she spun a tale to the mad king. - The Peer

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.

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

The gray. The sliver of space between right and wrong, knowing and not knowing, salvation and damnation—between hope for a future and the calamity of us.

I guarded my loyalty…for you. I kept my heart hard as stone so that when the day came I found the woman I couldn’t hold any of that back for, I’d know without a doubt that I’d found the one.

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.

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…

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.

told you he wanted it. He needs it,” Z taunted over my cries. He pinched my nipples while Angel ate my pussy as if it were his last meal on earth. I don’t remember sliding my fingers through his hair, but I tugged him closer anyway and demanded everything he had denied me since I knew what

I love you. So much, baby. Please,” she shrieked. I forced her flat with my weight, gripped her neck, and kissed her mouth hard as hell. I dominated this girl, yet she owned me. Completely. And I wasn’t even sorry for it. I shoved my hand underneath her and stroked her clit with my fingers as I took her ass until she shook beneath me and collapsed. “Forever, Lake.

When the beast inside me broke free, I lifted her upper body from the bed and rested her back against my chest. My hand found it’s way to her neck and tightened slowly, cutting off her air little by little. She struggled and whined, so I fucked her harder. The only thing that moved was our hips. Even as she fought, she never stopped fucking me back. “I told you, sex with me could be deadly,” I whispered just as her consciousness began to slip away.

No way!” She doubled over and clenched her stomach as she laughed. “She has totally turned you into pussies!” My eyes narrowed which she caught just as I lunged. I flipped her over and flattened her on the mattress before bringing my fingers to her ribs and tickling her. “Wait,” she gasped and screamed. “I couldn’t quite hear you before. I’m a what?” “A pussy,” she blurted and wiggled to get away. “I see you think you’re too tough. I’ll have to show no mercy.” “No mercy! No mercy!” she mocked and screeched. “As you wish.” Her t-shirt had risen to reveal her lace panties. My mouth salivated when I lowered my face and kissed her through the material. Her breath caught and back bowed as I kissed her again, using my lips and tongue to coax her arousal to a fever pitch. “Mercy, please! Mercy!” she begged

Because I can’t stay away from you. I’m trying, Four, believe me. I try so fucking hard, but you keep pulling me in.

I push you away because you don’t know what you do to me and I’m not sure I want you to know.

I lifted my head and met her gaze. The storm in the jade was silent. Everything I’ve done to her, I did for my family, and if the day came when I’d have to choose, it’d be them. It would have to be them.

If I fail to produce an heir, power simply returns to Alexander’s line. If I betray this family, however, the first eligible heir who kills me will assume power.

Pretty intense guy, huh?” I shivered. “He’s a monster.” “You shouldn’t be afraid of him.” “Why shouldn’t I?” “Because even monsters have a weakness and something tells me he’s discovered his.

What are you doing here?” I said without turning around. I’d known the moment they entered the room but had been too far gone to stop. “Watching,” they said at the same time. “That was fucking intense,” Z groaned. “Why were you watching?” It wasn’t the first time they’ve watched me fuck, but this was different. This was Mian. “Because we want our turn,” Lucas answered. I finally turned on my back to face them. “That’s not going to happen unless she wants it,” I answered confidently. She’d never want it. They broke out in smiles at the same time. “We figured you’d say that.” Lucas laughed. “So,” Z drawled. “You and her?” I looked down at her comatose form. The sharp pain in my chest was answer enough. “It’s not possible.” “Says king of making the impossible possible,” Lucas argued.

Do you enjoy degrading me?” “Yeah, Mian. I do.” “Why? I didn’t take you for the kinky type.” “Because if your father walked through that door right now, you’d still look at him like he was the only man in the world.” I peeked up at him and saw his stony expression. “You’re jealous.” “Yes,” he growled without hesitation.

He cleared his throat and looked down at the table. “The reasons don’t matter anymore. They’re both dead.” “Your daughter will be too if I don’t find her first.” He sighed, and for a moment, I thought I won. “Then so be it. She’ll finally be free of you.” He got up and walked away.

We were never meant to be, Angel. You know that.” “Fuck what’s meant to be.” His head dipped as if he would kiss me. “I only care about what will be.

Do you love me?” He jerked. His eyes widened. I held my breath. Waiting. It wasn’t hope that made me ask. Once upon a time, I loved him, and he avoided me. Now he couldn’t let me go. He sat back and tilted his head out of curiosity. “Would you believe me if I told you I did?” “No.” “Neither would I.

I sold my soul just to have you, and I would sell it again to keep you. Wanting you made me a monster, so tell me, Mian… does love compare?

Would you have listened?” Fel challenged. “Maybe. I don’t know. It would have been better than tricking me into bed with him. Instead of being honest, Nick and Paxton plotted to get us here to switch places and just expected us to fall in line.” “Now that you put it that way,” a deep voice drawled, “I can see why you tried to kill me.

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. Calvin Everill’s bandmates, on the other hand, had no comment. Not a single goddamn word. And so the world forgot their grief for intrigue. Just like that.

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

Non avrei mai pensato di poter odiare e amare qualcuno in egual misura, ma con Wren Harlan tutto era possibile.

Love doesn’t always appear in black and white. It gets messy, it gets gray, and sometimes it will even make you abandon your morals completely.

Remember that Bound concert we went to last year when they were on tour?

Do I think what’s true?” I was frowning now since she’d caught me off guard. “That Bound’s new guitarist is doing the entire band?” I laughed. “Have you seen her? Have you seen them? Wouldn’t you?

Initially, I’d only been trying to get her to bust it open for me, but then she tried to kill me and everything changed. I couldn’t stop replaying how she looked standing on that table, full of jealous rage, and wielding a golf club meant to end me.

I was the air he needed to breathe, and he was mine.

Well, I see you, Houston, and maybe that scares you. If you want me to quit, you’re going to have to try harder than being an asshole who thinks too highly of himself. If you’re scared, get a nightlight, bitch. I’m not going anywhere.

No. But I also don’t know if I won’t be hit by a bus the next time I walk outside. I can’t let an unknown tomorrow stop me from living today.

I knew it was him because I recognized his nipple of all things.

Or what, loser. You need to stop whoring –” She didn’t get to finish that statement because she was eating metal at the moment. I subdued her with a strong hand against her skull, pushing her face into the locker. I swear I could hear her teeth scraping against the locker. Note to self: disinfect that later.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and prayed for patience. Sometimes I felt like Di was a pain in the ass on purpose.

DI: Thank you for being my inspiration for DI. Thank you for giving me the time of day. Thank you for being my confidante in everything dark. Thank you for being a friend.

I’m not your son.

I reared back, feeling both appalled and turned on by his crude behavior

Did he freaking child lock me in?

Yes,” I whispered. I hated the eagerness apparent in my voice.

I plan to do what?

Forget it.

Keiran’s ex… something.

I relented because what else could I do?

I care because of those kisses you stole a month ago. I never imagined my first kiss would be with a boy who belonged to someone else.

I’d been too quiet for too long. Because I liked to be in my head where I felt at home amongst my own chaos.

Jericho, swaddled in a navy blue hoodie and toying with his lip ring as his dark hair pressed against his forehead

One of them was a child’s hand gripping the forefinger of a much larger one with a date under the wreath of sunflowers adorning the child’s wrist. Written across his chest in Old English were the words, “Only Halo Can Judge Me,

Going legit had its ups and downs, but it beat being carried by six or judged by twelve.

I knew Black didn’t crack, but she couldn’t be older than sixteen if she were a day.

Kissing, however, was completely fucking unnecessary. It always felt like I was sending a message I didn’t mean or making promises I didn’t intend to keep.

They said nothing worth having was ever easy.

My grandmother had always warned me to appreciate the tortoise because I’d be up against the hare one day.

Whatever the truth is, Atlas, know that she was wrong. You are enough. Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.

That’s your problem, Owen. You think physical pain is the only hurt there is. It’s not even the kind that cuts deepest. You’d know that if you knew how to care for anyone but yourself.

I know what I said before, but I lied, Owen. I don’t think I can give you my body without giving you my heart too.” Rowdy was still as if bracing himself for what I would say next. “But you said it yourself. You’re not interested in that part of me, and I couldn’t trust you with it even if you were.

This was not the time to reveal I’d been stalking her pretty ass every chance I got. Some nights I even slept in the room next to hers just to make sure no one fucked with her.

I didn’t say we were dating.” He shrugged as he pulled out his phone and started typing. “You told Earl I was your girl.” He glanced up at me briefly before returning his gaze to his phone to finish texting. “I’m dating your pussy, Atlas. I’m not dating you.

From the moment she’d tried to kill me in a jealous rage three nights ago, I decided I was ready for a girlfriend, and I wanted that girl to be Dream.

I learned it wasn’t the end of the world when I realized the disability to learn normally didn’t mean an inability to learn.

I finally allowed myself to meet his gaze, letting him see my sincerity as I said, “I’m sorry.

Let me know if you have any more trouble,” I told her quietly. And then, not so subtly, I squeezed her ass, earning a glare from her. “It doesn’t matter how small; I want you to come and get me. It doesn’t even need to be work-related. Anything you need, and Daddy will make it happen. And Atlas?” I gripped her chin when her stubborn ass looked away. “Only me.

Fuck, I know, I know, but I need you to look at me,” he pleaded gently. “Can you do that?” I nodded, but I still didn’t lift my head. I stayed put where I knew I was safe from the world. “Come on, baby. Let me see those pretty brown eyes.

I’d miss you,” he told me. “And if you left, I’d follow you. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than on your bumper, Dream.

I want to give you shelter and be your peace. I want to take care of you, Dream. I want to be yours. I won’t ask if you like me too because I don’t waste time with stupid questions. Instead, I’ll only ask one.” I held my breath and waited even though I already knew what his question—and what my answer—would be. “Can I be your boyfriend, Atlas Ilana Beck?

That’s the basis of human nature, kid. We crave the things we can’t have. Knowing we shouldn’t just makes our desires that much more enticing.

Don’t make me come like that again.” The tremble in her voice sounded like real fear.

My two-timing cunt always gave away my secrets.

You had your chance, and you won’t get another one. She’s no longer yours.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He spoke so harshly spit flew from his mouth. I leaned forward so there was no mistake. “It means, I’m her daddy now,” I growled.

If sex had a voice, it would have been Z’s.

Tell me who daddy is.” I couldn’t. It was degrading and weird, and I wished my pussy would get the memo and stop getting wetter every time he said. “I can’t.” My legs tightened around him when his pounding cock drove me up the shower wall. The sound of the running water drowned out my cries. I didn’t know which kink was worse, choking me until I lost consciousness or withholding my orgasm until I gave in to his degradation.

My eyes traveled back to the bed like a moth to a flame.

Quit playing Marco Polo with my ass, Christopher Columbus. This isn’t an exploration, so you aren’t putting your ding dong in this donut hole

These scars you bear are what made you who you are. Bold, beautiful, and badass. Wear them, Four. They’re your crown.

Lake wait.” “Go fuck yourself.” “You can’t leave. He knows you’re here, but I convinced him to stay away for the night. If you leave, he’ll drag you back home and that’s the last thing you two need right now. He told me what you did to him. I have to say… I’m impressed.” He sounded amused and proud. “I’m not looking for compliments, asshole. You sold me out.” I ran for the spare bedroom and snatched up my clothes. Screw the both of them and their men code. I heard Jesse’s knock but ignored it as I ripped off his shirt and replaced it with my own. I hated putting on worn clothing after showering, but there was no way I was staying with Keiran’s guard dog all night. It was as if he was still winning—still in control. Fuck that. Jesse did everything he could, minus physical restraint, to stop me from leaving. I flipped him off and fled the apartment. Keiran was the ass, and yet I was roaming the city in the middle of the night. At that moment, it was hard for me to believe that much had changed about us. Exhausted, I spent the night in a hotel where I should have gone in the first place. By morning, I wasn’t any more prepared to face Keiran so I shopped for toiletries and a change of clothes. I then drove five and half hours to the only ally that I had left.

I was really okay,” I said, giving in. “I just needed to think and… I was scared.” I sucked in as much air as I could to hide the alarm that blared within. When had admitting fear become so hard? Once upon a time, I lived in fear until it was as natural as breathing. “I’m scaring myself.” He hesitated and then sat down next to me. “You’re scaring me, too.” I couldn’t recall a time when I’d heard him speak so softly. It turns out Mitch’s death and my lies were leading to a lot of firsts for us. Keiran had admitted he was afraid and it was because of me. “So what do we do about it?” He shook his head and stared deep into my eyes. “Just answer one question first. Did I do this?” “I don’t understand.” “Did loving me do this to you?” “I don’t know,” I answered reluctantly. “I only know I wanted to do anything I could to keep you around even it if meant corrupting myself along the way.” He blew out a harsh breath. “I don’t know if I can accept that. I don’t want you corrupted. I never wanted that for you.” My heart rate accelerated and my chest grew too tight. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t— “Ar—are you breaking up with me?” He looked as surprised by his words as I was.

There was no me and him after that, only us.

These girls give it up no matter how shitty I treat them. If they don’t respect themselves, why should I?

What’s in there?” “My workroom.” “I didn’t know gangsters needed a workroom.” I laughed, but it only gave my discomfort a voice. He smiled as he shoved the key inside the lock while I prayed he didn’t have someone tied up inside. I was slowly falling for this boy, and I secretly dreaded what might ruin it.

a dick so small it curled into itself for love because no one else would.

Well, for starters, my name isn’t Martin. It’s Masters, and I’m here for my son.

Above all else, guard your heart,” I recited to Rowdy’s bent head. I could have sworn he stiffened as if he knew what I’d say next. “For everything you do flows from it.

You demand things from me I’m not ready to give, but you’re so good at making me want them too—so much sometimes that nothing else matters. But then…then you make me feel like a fool for feeling that way, and I’m lost all over again. I know what I said before, but I lied, Owen. I don’t think I can give you my body without giving you my heart too.” Rowdy was still as if bracing himself for what I would say next. “But you said it yourself. You’re not interested in that part of me, and I couldn’t trust you with it even if you were.

Roc had rich brown skin, long lashes, chestnut eyes, a thick patch of hair adorning his chin, a thin mustache and beauty mark above his thick lips, and enough waves in his close-cut hair to make you seasick.

I finally get to drop the act and maybe, just maybe, find out who I really am. And if it’s the villain everyone thinks I am, well, so be it.

Rule #1: Show us some fucking respect. Rule #2: No, we will not keep our hands to ourselves. Rule #3: Swallow every drop. Rule #4: Do what we tell you. Rule #5: Have our dinner ready on time, or we’ll have you instead. Rule #6: Run, and we will let you die. Rule #7: Keep those pretty fingers away from our pussy.

If you want me to believe you don’t want to be fucked,” he told me in a tone that promised sex, “you’re going to have to lie better than that.” I had two warring reactions to that. My skin turned cold with dread, but my pussy… It opened like a flower that answered only to him.

I didn’t do missionary, but Atlas had me considering slow-stroking her pussy while I stared deep into her eyes on some sucker-for-love shit.

I’d heard disobedient bitches had the best pussy around, and I needed hers in the worst way.

I guess I kind of had since that break-in had been one-hundred-percent staged. While Atlas was spilling her guts to me over dinner, I’d sent Britain and his crew to ransack her room so that I could bring her sexy ass home with me without all the kicking and screaming of actually kidnapping her. I still couldn’t believe how flawlessly I’d pulled it off.

I can run circles around your demons, Braxton. Just let me in, and I’ll handle the rest.

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.

I’m going to get my water back,” he answered between pecks. A bolt of alarm shot down my spine