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.

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

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?

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

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

Perfection. That’s another word to describe her.

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

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.

River is a fucking pain in my ass, but God was generous when he built him.

You didn’t reply to my text message,” I say as I scan his room absentmindedly. “Thought I needed to remind you that a debt is still owed.” “I might’ve not replied but I certainly made the picture my screen saver.

I want to flip her over and fuck her as I promised, but it’s a gentle dance with my she-devil. She needs this, so I’m happy to let her ride my cock into oblivion.

It gives me satisfaction to know that although he might’ve been in control, naked and looking like a god, I can take that power back.

This woman as built only for me.

Someone like River needs submission. An innocent doe, which is the furthest thing from what I will ever be. But I wonder if I tell myself that to keep him at arm’s length.

Say you’re mine,” I order as I crush her cheeks together. “Let me get off,” she replies. “Anya,” I growl. I can tell she’s close to climaxing, and fuck me if I’m not holding on for dear life as I watch her. “Yes,” she breathes as her pleasure grows. “Maybe. Oh fuck!

Neither of us looks away as we hold one another, trying to force the other to submit first. Trying to see who will break.

Say you’re mine,” I growl. “How about you take me upstairs and wash me first?” “How about you crawl up those stairs like a good girl, I fuck you hard again, and then I’ll think about washing you before my mother comes home wondering why my woman has blood all over her.” She laughs—actually fucking laughs—and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen. “Let’s start with the crawling, shall we?

Fuck, I want him.

You look good in my shirt,” he says as he brushes his hand through my hair. “I look good in everything,” I say as I raise onto my elbow and look down at him. “Do you know what else will look good on you?” River asks as he gets out of bed. I appreciate the view. “I swear to God, if you’re trying to sell me guns while we’re in bed, I’m going to shoot you with it.

I fuck. That’s it. And I currently have an itch to scratch, and that’s all. I remind myself.

It feels weird that you’re being so nice, Tanya.” “Fuck off. And don’t expect it in front of others.

I don’t need the complication of thoughts or feelings. I don’t do feelings, and I don’t chase men.

For the first time in a long time, I feel free.

When she told me she wasn’t available to meet until now, I had one of my men follow her. Out of curiosity, of course. Not that I’ll mention it to her, because I’m certain hell will freeze over if I insinuate she has one kind bone in her body.

I’m not asking you for some fancy ceremony or even a marriage certificate. I just want every person on this fucking planet to know that you’re mine, and that if anyone makes a pass at you, then I have free rein to shoot them in the head.

I’m not the only one here who gets jealous, Anya. I need the world to know you’re mine.

After last night and the kiss we shared, I now realize Anya is more precious than I have her credit for. This woman has never had a lick of love or affection in her life. Although I’m not sure I can give it to her, I’m certainly willing to give it my all.

And what do I get?” His eyebrows raise. “Besides an expensive, shiny fucking ring?” “I have plenty of those already. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll wear this fucking ring if you get my name tattooed on your forehead.” He chuckles as he lies back beside me. “That’s a big fucking no.” “Then no can do,” I say but find myself opening the box again and studying the ring because it’s fucking beautiful. “What if you thread it through a necklace and wear it around your neck as a collar until you come around to the idea?” “It better be a really nice necklace.” “Don’t you have a beautiful necklace from the set I’d bought you that you haven’t yet worn?” He challenges. “I want another one.” I say trying to hide my smirk. His lips crush mine as he smiles. “Anything for my queen.

I never thought there would be a woman I’d cherish or want to literally give everything and anything to. I may not have all the answers, but I’ll make it my mission to do whatever it takes to make her happy. Even if I go broke in the process.

You came all this way to spit on someone’s grave?” “In the same way you make me wear a fucking engagement ring around my neck when we’re not getting married. We all do what others might consider unnecessary.

My eyes go wide in disbelief. “Alek?” I walk up to him and where most might expect an embrace and joyful reunion, I punch him in the face. “Are you fucking kidding me? You left for six fucking months and then turn up as if nothing has changed.” “The last voice message you sent sounded suicidal.” My eyes bulge in disbelief. “You’re crazy if you ever think I’m taking my own life. You have a lot to make up for.

Should we spit on her grave together just for good luck, Tanya?” River says, distracting me from my brother. “C’mon, your brother’s back now. You can ask him all the questions when you’re back home. But this… this is a onetime opportunity,” he says as he points at the grave with his gun. “And I must confess I like watching you spit. Preferably on my cock.

It seems we’re both going to hell, Lake,” I say as I push back my hair, which I’ve been wearing down all week. “If that’s where you are, then that’s where I’ll be as well.

I feel torn as to whether I should follow my brother or stay with the man who has filled a space in my heart I never realized was empty.

I think I might like you a little, Lake,” I say as I rub my thumb over his. He chuckles. “Well, I know I’m absolutely in love with you, Red.” I try to hide the smile. Then to hell we go. Together.

He steps forward as our driver pulls up, and lifts my chin with the hand that has my ring on his finger. Yes, I did pick it out and made sure it had diamonds in it. At first, I expected him to tell me he wouldn’t wear diamonds, but all he did was kiss me senseless and fuck me till I screamed the night I showed it to him. To him, my buying the ring signified that I was all in. I’m pretty sure it could’ve been bright pink, and he still would’ve been happy. After all, he’s getting everything he wants, and I guess in some way I am as well, even though I didn’t realize this was what I wanted.

I’d be pissed if she smiled freely, considering how hard I’ve had to work for the few she’s thrown my way.

See, we’re two peas in a pod, and both a little fucked-up in the head—one of us more so than the other—but I think that’s what makes us work so well.

I only nod my head because I love it when he ties me up. Hell, I love it when he does everything to me.

Do you think I’m stupid? Ha! Hell no.

But now, when I buy guns from my husband, I just have to suck his cock for a discount. It works well in both our favors.

I never thought I would want to be in a relationship, and even now, I don’t think I want to put labels on anything. But if you were to ask me how I’d feel if he slept with someone else… I would say murderous. And that’s putting it politely.

Are you hurt?” I ask. He flicks his nose. “A shallow knife wound. It’ll heal.” I jump out of my chair. “What the fuck? From who? Only I’m allowed to stab you.

For the first time in my life, I see a sweep of fear cross her expression, and it fills me with satisfaction.

It would appear, Meredith, that you’ve lost your touch.

It fills me with a strange satisfaction that I can tease him from his screen saver every day. Also, with the knowledge that he’ll shoot a man if he so much as peeks at his phone. Not that I care if anyone else sees.

She’s breathtaking. I will never tire of watching this beautiful woman in her tight dresses and skirts and icy gaze.

Maybe we should finish where we left off last night.” Her hand slides over to my thigh under the table, and she offers a promiscuous smile. “You want me to fist your cock right now in front of all your men?

I won’t fuck you yet,” I say, because, fuck me, if she isn’t everything I want. If I give in to her now, let her win this challenge, she won’t return. If I let her think we’re about nothing but sex and business, she’ll be done with me once the debt is paid in full. I want to brand her as mine for the rest of her days, but this newfound discipline of mine is grating on my nerves, and she knows it.

I want to see you,” I demand. Her eyes widen, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. “Open your legs wide and bend over the desk.” She tightens the belt around my neck. “I don’t take orders.” “You do if you want that sweet cunt of yours eaten out and to be dripping down my fingers. No sex.” She rolls her eyes, and I squeeze her cheeks again. “Stop being so defiant all the time, and let me break you into a million pieces.

You better make me come,” she bites back. “I could say the same to you. Or is the only good thing that pretty mouth of yours is good for is yapping?” “One day, I’m going to break you from the inside out.” “So you say. Why not just fucking do it?” she bites back. “It drives you mad to know that I can say no to you, doesn’t it, Anya?” And that is the biggest lie I’ve told. “Is the only thing your mouth is good at is yapping?” she snaps.

Mother of God. This cunt.

Even after her orgasm, I can’t stop tasting her. Don’t ever want to stop.

Fucking beautiful,” I say as I bite her bottom lip and tug on it with my teeth.

So these lips aren’t just ornamental?” “You have one chance,” she bites.

I expected it to be bigger.

Fuck, how I’ve thought of her every night since first meeting her. Waiting for the day this poisonous tongue would be on my cock.

When her lips surround my cock and that venomous tongue slides against my shaft, I know I’ve met my match.

I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Then again, nothing compares to this. To her.

See how good we taste together.” “There is no we. There is simply fucking. And this high school shit of holding hands and foreplay, apparently.

Fuck, I really want her. The image of Anya on her knees, bound by the very belt I’m wearing now, has me shifting uncomfortably again. I will never have enough of this woman.

I enjoy the challenge. I didn’t know what to do with the sister at first. But now I know exactly how I want to handle her. I wonder how she’ll take to being cornered, most likely for the first time in her life.

Both sit naked at the end of the bed, waiting for either approval or another command from me. Just as God intended it to be.

But let’s be real, God has no place in this room. Only fucking.

She never took shit from any man, just shaped the rules and made a shitload of money in the process. I thank the old bitch, but I also hate the hag.

I call her old bitch in my head and sometimes call her Meredith just to piss her off.

But sex is the only thing I ever have to depend on to release that tension. Well, it’s the one I most enjoy. It’s powerful, the way men will drop to their knees and beg to worship me. It’s always when I feel my most powerful.

But no one would ever own me. No matter what they offer or how hard they try.

Loyalty. That’s what these two are good for. Plus muscle. And maybe to make me come as well—that’s a bonus.

Being looked at by men has never affected me. They either worship me or want to fuck me. Or possibly want to kill me. Whatever, I couldn’t care less. Men don’t intimidate me.

She is just as lethal, or maybe even more so, as her brother. Perhaps that’s because it’s unexpected from such a beautiful and bewitching woman.

Because, as of tonight, anything and everything to do with Anya Ivanov is now my business.

I wonder if I should kill him now. I mean, then I could at least get some sleep, right?

River is a nuisance. Ever demanding and arrogant. I have to shake him. But I know someone like him will not give up so easily. Neither do I.

She has sass, that one. More sass than any other woman I have ever fucking met. I want to strangle it out of her and watch her gasp for air.

This week, I was ever so lucky to retrieve only one text, returning my multiple calls and messages. I stare at it again, almost in disbelief that she has the balls for such a forward reply. “I’ll reach out when I’m ready and can tolerate your presence. Wait patiently like a good boy. It will most likely be forever.” There was no query about how I obtained her number or email address. No mention of the money she’d taken from me. Nothing. And calling me a “good boy” really pisses me off.

Anya Ivanov is fucking bold and has bigger balls than most of the men I’ve met to leave me hanging on a thread like this.

I was just calling to see if you’d survived her alone, considering her ruthless nature. I heard that some dickhead double-crossed her on a piece of jewelry, and she put her stiletto through his temple. The thought kind of turns me on.” My jaw grinds. “I can put on a stiletto through your skull if you’d like.” Will laughs. “Whoa there, I don’t think you would look very good in heels. And it sounds like someone might be falling under the little witch’s spell already, huh? Tell me, is she as beautiful as they say? I’ve seen photos, but surely, she has a fault.” “Whatever photos you have of her, burn them. They don’t do her justice.” He lets out a whistle. “Are you sure you want the brother back?

The only fault Anya has is her untamable personality, but lucky for her, I like to break things in.

She is by every definition beautiful.

We have an auction tonight, Clay. You know I can’t be fucking around wondering if I’ve upset River Bently. I couldn’t care less about that fuckhead.

You’re the only one out of your fucking mind, Anya. You’re crazy and beautiful and intelligent. And icy as all hell, but I fucking love those things about you.

If looks could kill, I would be dead.

Fucking crazy bitch. She’s my undoing and everything I still fucking want.

It’s like a cold wash of reality because why the fuck don’t I find my men attractive anymore? River Bently, that’s why. Fuck.

I will turn this room upside down and burn the building to the ground, all to prevent myself from fucking crying. No man will make me cry. Not even Alek.

Either way, she’ll be mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Seduction is a dangerous game, and I’d willingly offered to pay her thirty million dollars for a taste of her. It was worth every penny.

What if I’m betraying my own instincts to make room for River? What if Meredith is right?

See you later, Red. I’ll be having more than just a taste next time,” I say. She beams a smile at me. “If you think bankruptcy looks good on you, then be my guest to try.

Fuck, maybe I really am whipped. And all I’ve had is a taste.

Should I go and sit on your man’s lap since he asked so nicely?” I ask. “Considering you can’t even answer my calls or fill my pussy with your cock, maybe your man here is a better option.” I need his bite. Something to attack and make me feel better. “Your mouth goes anywhere near another man, I will cut off their dick and feed it to you for breakfast,” he growls, and everyone shrinks into their chairs. There he is.

The look,” he says between laughter. “The look on her face when you asked would have been priceless.” He shakes his head as the laughter dies. “I’m shocked she didn’t throw a knife at your neck. Or, I don’t know, gouge out your eyeballs? She does like pretty things.” “Are you telling me I have beautiful eyes, Dawson?” “Fuck off.

You think what you do to ruin competitors is bad. Well, the twins fuck up anyone who so much as looks at them the wrong way. I once walked in on both of them covered in blood, ‘playing’ with a man while he was hanging from the ceiling by his hands. And let’s just say, he survived. Because they are that good. They know where to cut and how to cut to draw the pain out. And if you’re on their radar, then you’re in serious shit.” “I think I want to marry her,” I tell him in awe. “Have you met her?” he asks in disbelief. “You really want more than what she gave you?” “I fucking want it all,” I insist. “Well, we can’t say you haven’t been warned,” Dawson adds, shaking his head as if I’m the crazy one. “You know me, Dawson. Do you really think for a second I couldn’t handle her?” “River, I get that you run a very successful business because people know not to fuck with you, but she will never be that person. She will fuck with you. Take every cent you have and let you bleed out but won’t kill you just so you know who took it.” “I plan to marry her,” I tell him. “She can bleed me dry.” “You really don’t know what she’s capable of, then,” he chastises. “I’m certainly keen to find out. She’ll be mine within the month,” I tell him confidently.

How disastrous can the wrath of Anya Ivanov be?

The worst part of it all is I haven’t had time to shop. Like, fuck, what’s a girl have to do for a little bit of time to spend her fortune on all the pretty things the world has to provide?

Can’t a woman even enjoy a cup of tea in peace?

Am I actually crazy? Have I really fallen? No. It’s not possible. Who had I ever kissed before River Bently? I don’t even remember. But his kiss makes up for all the ones I don’t recall.

You look so good, so wet for me.