Lethal Vows Quotes

Give me your lethal vows, princess

If I’m not married by thirty-four, I will come find you, princess.” His words take me aback. “What if I am married?” “That will be bad for your husband.” He smirks, then strides off.

Do not take it off. My ring will stay on your fucking finger. Even in death. You will be buried with this ring on your finger. Do you understand me?

River Bently is a dangerous man because he doesn’t just want my business. He wants me.

Perfection. That’s another word to describe her.

Well, it seems they like you,” I say. “Of course they do. What’s not to like?

I can tell from the way she smirks that she enjoys being told what to do. My bad, bad girl.

It's amazing what love can do to change your brain chemistry.

I knew the moment I saw her, I would make her mine. A woman as powerful and strong willed as her is a spectacle to see, and I plan on drinking her in every day. Mesmerized and charmed in the same way I was when I first laid eyes on her. Fucking her into submission is another perk.

Scared of nuns too? Fuck. Cock and nuns; weird combination.

Go to sleep, sunshine,” he growls out. “Make sure I wake up, okay?” I say. “I’m too young to die.” Before he can say anything, I add, “And no, that wasn’t an old man joke.” “You’re a strange one.

Can you leave?” “You’re asking me to leave my own bathroom?” I ask incredulously. “Well, don’t make it fucking weird. I’ll sing for you, but I’m not going to piss in front of you. That’s weird.” “What if you piss on me?” She stares at me, taken aback. “It was a joke,” I add. “No reason to gain a personality now, Mr. Happy. Now, get out. You don’t pay enough to see the show.

Kicked out of my own bathroom. I swear she’s just as pushy as Anya, if not worse.

Thanks for not touching me while I slept.” “Why the fuck would I do that?” Not that I didn’t think about it. Her skin is stunning, and a part of me wanted to touch, taste even. But I know how loud the voices will become, revolted by the idea. I wonder, though, if, in time, they would lessen with her.

Another four thousand dollars in cash. Shit, maybe I should get my head injured more often.

Is he stalking you?” Kara asks. “If stalkers look like that, then sign me up.

Most people don’t flirt with their whiskey and actually drink it.

Did the motherfucker really comment on how I look? As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one who can’t stop staring.

His jaw clenches, and I know it’s because he’s touching me. It physically pains him to do so, but then, unexpectedly, his gaze drops to my lips, and the atmosphere changes. Fear begins to mingle with… a warmth spread down my core. No. I can’t be turned on by this, can I?

I don’t understand him and don’t think I really want to. But every time I see him, it’s like I discover a new layer of him. That maybe he’s not entirely a robot. Nope. I’m going to upgrade him to a psychopath.

I have the urge to run up to him because, fuck, sometimes you just need a hug, but I sure as shit won’t get one from this man.

Who would have thought the very man I was running from would be the one I called to come check for any other bad men in my apartment?

All of this shit sounds like a tomorrow problem.

Does she have a golden pussy, or are you men just dumb as fuck?” I ask boldly. “Excuse me?” His eyebrows perk in surprise at my question. “You men… You aren’t the first one to ask about her. But I must say, you’re the only one who’s gone to such extremes to find her.” “I don’t know if she has a golden pussy because I didn’t fuck her.” He looks back at the road. Then why go this far for her? “Okay, so either you have a savior complex or are just outright stupid.” “I’ve been called many things, but stupid isn’t one of them.” “To your face anyway,” I mumble under my breath, and notice the hint of a smile on his lips.

It’s like I’ve hit the jackpot by being able to get this man to even give a hint of a smirk.

Does he think I’m too young? I internally chastise myself. No. I cannot think of him in a romantic light whatsoever.

No reply. Until my message receives a thumbs-up emoji. Thumbs-up? Seriously? I stare at it in disbelief, reminding myself that Alek probably has no idea about the silent social killer of the thumbs-up emoji.

Is that usually what men do who you share pad Thai with?” She tucks her feet under her ass again, and a wicked smile appears on her lips. “You curious about my type, Aleksandr.?” The way my name falls from her lips does something to me. I like it. A lot. Too much.

On stage, she’s focused and the center of attention, and she sucks everything and everyone around her in with her talent and poise. Here, she’s herself. Just Lena. I think this is the first time I’ve seen the real her, with her defenses down, around me, and that’s a dangerous thing.

Her voice is like a white flag for me in the war raging inside me. I can smell her floral-scented perfume. This close, I notice the finer details of her features, like the smile creases at her eyes. I raise my thumb, tracing them, focusing on only her, as it seems to keep the rowdiness away. It’s still there but only a niggle compared to how loudly it usually screams.

My gaze flicks back to hers. Fucking stunning. A wild bird inside, soaring. Singing. An inferno and phoenix all in one.

This fucking woman has no idea how perfect her body is built, and I can’t stand it when she wears those crop tops. Can’t stand the way men look at her when she passes by. Mine.

I want—no, need—to at least taste her.

Fucking perfect.

She’s starving. Ravishing me, and I’ll give her all that I have to offer.

And, fuck me, if that ass is not my undoing.

But just like me, she had her own demons. And she wasn’t willing to chase them away, whereas I became the demon.

She clearly never asked for it or wanted it. But chase her I did. And I would do it again in this life and the next, without a doubt.

He’s kind of hot in a he-might-kill-you-and-dismember-you way.

Fuck this. I’m not going to feel intimidated by a stranger in my own workplace.

So now he wants me to sit beside him even when he was ignoring me. This guy is either socially awkward or an outright asshole.

So you’re only good at asking questions, not answering them?” His expression doesn’t change as his gaze roams me from head to toe. “I don’t have to answer any questions from someone who still dresses like a teenager.” “Is it the smiley face that pisses you off? You don’t exactly seem like a happy chap.

That is a lot of money for only a few hours of work. And I plan to shake my ass for every dollar. Fuck, I should ask her if I have to get naked.

Fuck this guy and him thinking he can tell me what to do in any type of way. He doesn’t own me, and he sure as fuck isn’t telling me where I can and can’t earn my money. Nope, no way. I want this money.

How thoughtful of you to make sure we have dinner first before murder.” “Don’t pretend the dinner isn’t just an appetizer to you on nights like these.

Don’t think of me as a broken man or a good man, Lena, because I am neither.” “I don’t think you’re all that bad when you don’t want to be.” “You’d be the first to say so,” he says. “Yes, but I was also the first to tell you the truth that you look like an old man.” I laugh as his expression goes solemn. “You think you’re hilarious, don’t you, sunshine?

With the eyes of a killer that I know I’m falling for ever so slowly but undeniably. And it’s terrifying. I shouldn’t. I can’t. But I’ve already given part of myself away to him.

For now, I’d like to rest, Lena.” “Do I need to put some porn on?” I ask, biting my bottom lip with a smile. He squeezes me, but when I look up, I see the crooked smile on his lips. And it fills me with satisfaction to know that somehow I can make a man like this, who’s been so haunted by his earliest memories, crack even the smallest of smiles. That I can give him one moment of peace.

How can that be, to feel so protected by someone who is a killer? That can’t be real, right? Yet, in my own way, I want to protect him as well.

Stay still, and do not touch me,” I warn her, stepping up closer. “Why would I touch—Motherfucker!

It’s scary how easily he can say things like this. Yet I’m mesmerized by his immaculate, beautiful hands.

Stop pretending you’re dying if you’re not, Alek. You’re going to give me a heart attack.

Why are you really here, Alek?” “I didn’t know where else to go,” he says, his gaze locked on me intently. “Liar.” “I wanted to come here, Lena. I really wanted to see you. Had to.

You’re touching me,” I whisper. He nods and locks eyes with me, those forest-green orbs taking my breath away. “How does it feel?” “Fucking incredible,” he says before he moves down, and his lips touch mine.

You are such a good girl.

If I could get her to scream my name all the time, I fucking would.

I let her grab my hand, and wonder why I like her touching me when I hate it when anyone else does.

The voices are finally gone. She is the only woman I feel liberated with.

I step out of the room. Because if I make her mine, I won’t let her go.

I still can’t make any sense of that night. He’s hot as fuck. Clearly deranged. Yet I was straddling him like my life fucking depended on it. The man can fucking kiss.

She glances down, and a devilish smirk comes across her face. Fuck me. If I wasn’t already going to hell, I’m certainly going now. “You like what I’m wearing?” “I’d prefer if you weren’t wearing anything at all.

Something about Alek naturally pulls me in. And I’m trying to figure out if this is another one of those “bad boys” I shouldn’t be falling for.

You can tell just by looking at him that he is lethal in more ways than one.

Do you want to come up?” “Do you want to fuck?” he asks boldly. My jaw drops. “I…” “I would fuck you, Lena, if you want to,” he adds.

So I surrender to him, because I would like this man to kiss me even on my sickest days because I have a feeling it would make me feel better. That’s the type of kisses this man gives. They’re reviving and life giving. An inferno of pure fucking need.

This little ray of sunshine somehow has me wanting to touch her. Something I’ve denied myself for most of my life, and for her I want to embrace and feel every inch.

Do you really kill people?” That’s what she wants to ask me after ignoring my calls for a week? “Sure, why not? Got someone you need dead?” Her eyes widen in surprise before they narrow. Fuck, I love when they narrow at me.

Does it hurt?” “Yes.” “Where?” The only injury I can see is his shoulder, but what if there’s a cut somewhere else? Or worse, a gunshot? He leans in and kisses me, soft and tender. My thoughts short-circuit as I’m taken in by him. He pulls back, and I’m still stunned. “Feels better now,” he says with a slow smirk. I want to hit his chest and talk some sense into him.

You are stunning, sweetheart. Now, do what you do best—shine.

Hey, no territorial business. He’s my boss.” “And if he touches you, he won’t be alive to sing your praises.

I’m not a good man. And I am never letting go of the only light I have in my life.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly, and I can tell he’s trying to hide a smile. Which is sinful. I admire his profile, his shaved head and sharp jaw. There’s not one angle on this man that isn’t devilishly handsome.

This man is insufferable. Maybe not a robot, though.

I wonder how many other women he casually insults, as if he’s God’s gift to women.

My jaw tics at the tight jeans Lena’s wearing and that stupid fucking crop top that leaves very little to the imagination. This one doesn’t have a smiley face on it, but it’s still more revealing than I’d like it to be the moment she removes her black leather jacket. I have no idea why that actually bothers me. I usually don’t even notice what a woman’s wearing. So why has she gotten under my skin? Is it because she called me old? My nostrils flare.

Because I’ll get her whatever she wants. I’ll set the world on fucking fire to make it happen.

While I take great pleasure in killing those who annoy me”—he pins me with his icy glaze—“I did no such thing.

Why do you wear gloves?” “Why the fuck do you crash a sixty-thousand-dollar car?” “I can’t pay you back.” “Ooh, you’ll pay me back. Just not with cash.

He looks way too good, lounging beside me in nothing but those pants. How could he look better than the man on screen? I wonder if his cock is just as big. Fuck. Clearly, I need to get laid. It’s been too long—a year, to be exact.

Don’t ever close your eyes on me again when I’m inside you. You will know who is fucking you.

First, I go slow and steady, even though I want to fuck her into the bed, but I want to savor this more. Savor her.

Feisty little bird, isn’t she?

I want to see. I want to watch as she comes. Fuck, I want to know what she feels like beneath my hands as she does.

He can shove his demanding ways up his ass, because I’m not in the mood to try to figure out the mystery of Aleksandr Ivanov.

Fuck, I wish she were on my lap again, grinding against me as those sinister little moans escape her perfect fucking mouth.

Who knew this man could be soft in any way? His kisses are perfect. They way his mouth feels against mine before I part my lips and his tongue slides inside. Perfection.

How dare he? He really has some nerve. Who the hell does he think he is? My mouth was literally around his cock and he pulled back all because she tried calling.

Not having sex for eternity is far less humiliating than how he made me feel.

He could be a two-pump chump, for all I know. And I fucking know that’s not the truth, but it makes me feel better.

I am worthy of being someone’s first choice, and I have to start picking men who see that. Not a man who is unavailable and clearly not interested in me.

This asshole has really gotten under my skin.

Because for some reason, I’m struggling to walk away from him. I gravitate toward him, and it’s a dangerous slope.

Love or sex or anything else aside, Alek Ivanov is dangerous. Now that he has his prize, he won’t fixate on me any longer. Right?

Lena Love. Fuck. Her.

We could play this all day,” I tell her. “You don’t seem to take a hint well.” “Not when it comes to you. You might think we’re done, but we’re not.

How could someone so beautiful love something as monstrous as me?

You can’t be serious, Alek. Did you come all this way to make sure you didn’t accidentally impregnate me?

What are you even trying at, Alek?” I ask, exasperated. “To be a better man for you. To be someone who is good enough for you.

I never expected to have someone like you in my life. I hadn’t made it clear enough to you that you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted in my life. Cinita reminded me of us as kids, and I wanted to protect her. I didn’t realize doing that made you feel less than. I literally could buy you anything in the world, Lena, and I’m still stumped as to what to give you.” “I don’t want your money, Alek.” “I know. But it’s the only thing I’ve focused on my entire life. That and protecting my sister. This is all I have been, and if it’s not enough for you, I want to find more, become more so I can give you what you need.

I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. To give you everything you want, just so I can stay by your side, Lena.