Losers Harley Laroux Quotes

I wanted to ride this man like a goddamn rollercoaster and then take his friends for a spin too.

Manson would wait for you in the dark and you’d never see him coming; while Lucas would come in broad daylight, smash your windows out, and set your house on fire.

This doesn’t depend on you saying anything. I love you. I’ve loved you. For so long. And I’ll love you, even if you don’t love me back. I’ll love you even if this is the last day I ever see you.

Do you remember what I used to tell you?” Manson said. “When we were teenagers and we’d drive out here to talk about shit…you’d tell me you didn’t want to see another day…” I remembered that, of course I did. I remembered the despair I felt, the pain we shared, how hopeless I’d been. “If you can get through the night, you’ll see the sun again,” I said, repeating the words he’d told me back then. “Keep chasing the next sunrise.” I closed my eyes as I exhaled. “The night feels really fucking dark, Manson, but I’m still chasing sunrises.

Because you were my glimpse of heaven from hell,” he said. “You were the sun in my sky, and now you’re like a comet sent to earth. A wildfire I can touch…kiss…hold…

Carefully, with the sharpness of the knife tucked within the curved grip of his hand, he began to probe my entrance with the handle. It was hard, but warm from his hand. The edges were rounded, smooth as it rubbed over my wet, swollen flesh. "You're going to get off on this knife, Jess," he said. "And I'm going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don't get hurt.

The darkness that surrounded us could have stretched on forever, a void in which everything I'd thought I knew had been turned on its head. We were in some other world, a world where pleasure and pain, fear and excitement, were all the same.

Absolutely. I love all those bastards, obviously, but love is a little different with every person you share it with. Sometimes it’s passionate and romantic, or deep and platonic, or any combination in between. A lot of people don’t understand it, but I don’t need anyone’s understanding. I accepted that a long time ago

Every time we parted, I felt as if I was breaking the surface of a pool: I gasped for air, vision blurred, my body light.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

There was probably a psychology student out there who could write their entire thesis studying my horny brain.

If a guy couldn’t play with my masochism as enthusiastically as he played with my pleasure, then I didn’t want it. There simply wasn’t a nice way to tell your mother that you wanted a guy who could spank you as well as he could fuck. A man who was as comfortable with whips and chains as he was at candlelit dinners. Someone who wasn’t afraid to take control but wasn’t going to make the relationship feel like a cage. Laroux, Harley. Losers: Part I (p. 34). Kindle Edition.

Most people didn’t consider being duct-taped and locked in a trunk to be a great start to their weekend. I wasn’t most people, though.

The night feels really fucking dark, but I'm still chasing sunrises.

I think we’re all hypocrites, in one way or another. As we grow up and figure out who we are, sometimes our thoughts change before our behavior does. It’s not pretty, and it can be fucked up, but we’re not perfect.

You need someone to punish you properly, fuck you good, and care about you enough not to let you hang out with friends who will stab you in the back the first chance they get.

Kids?” he said. He sounded both terrified and hopeful at the same time. “Yeah, you know, little miniature versions of you…Manson…Jason…Vincent…

The burn felt good. There was something about the pain that made me feel alive.

Girl, we broke into your house, shoved ice up your ass, and fucked you over your mother’s kitchen table. Eat some goddamn cookies.

Normal people didn’t do that. Maybe normal people were boring.

That’s why the ladies call me Daddy Longlegs,

It didn’t make much sense to me why consensual sex could be considered more taboo than murder. But maybe that was why I didn’t get along very well in “normal” society.

I whimpered as I obeyed. Lucas leaned close, and spat Manson’s cum into my mouth. It dripped down my chin, too much for me to take. It was disgusting — God, it was so hot. It was truly repulsive — it made me shiver with ecstasy.

I love you. Fuck, I…” My hand was visibly shaking as I held it against her head. “I love you so much, Jess, I feel like I’m losing my mind. But I’m happy, I’m…” My words were getting tangled up. Shit, she’d fucked up my head, but I loved it. “I’m so happy. You make me so happy.

There simply wasn’t a nice way to tell your mother that you wanted a guy who could spank you as well as he could fuck. A man who was as comfortable with whips and chains as he was at candlelit dinners. Someone who wasn’t afraid to take control but wasn’t going to make the relationship feel like a cage.

I had a thing for spanking, undeniably. But telling partners I liked to be spanked usually resulted in a few little smacks during sex and nothing more. It was hard to find the words to explain that I didn’t want a swat; I wanted a fully-fledged, bent over, legs kicking, doubting-my-own-endurance spanking.

Our kiss had faded into the background of my memories, as had all our tense interactions, all my cruel words and haughty looks. I'd buried them, packed them away as if they could be forgotten if they sat long enough in the dark. But there was no forgetting. His presence here was a light in the dark laying bere everything I'd tried to erase.

Spanking and handcuffs felt acceptably kinky, even a little trendy. But there were fetishes for stalking, kidnapping, and captivity, all of which had me practically shivering with desire. They fell under the umbrella of “consensual non-consent,” which involved the submissive person roleplaying that they weren’t willing. All of it got a five out of five from me.

Because you were my glimpse of heaven from hell,” he said. “You were the sun in my sky, and now you’re like a comet sent to earth. A wildfire I can touch…kiss…hold…” He kissed my cheek until I giggled, nuzzling his face against mine. “You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re so damn beautiful. You’ve shaken us up, Jess. All of us.” I could hear the smile in his words. “I just can’t keep my damn mouth shut, so…there it is.

Sounds like compersion,” he said. “It’s when you feel happy for someone else’s happiness. Like when Vincent flirts with you, I know he’s enjoying himself and enjoying your company. So it makes me happy.” “I had no idea there was a word for that,” I said. “It’s like the opposite of jealousy.” “Yeah, it’s like that. Finding joy in other people’s joy. That’s part of why the four of us get along so well. We really want to see each other happy.

I’d known Danielle for years. We’d shared secrets, we’d shared our dreams. But we’d also fed off each other’s toxicity, we’d encouraged the worst in each other. That wasn’t a friendship. Our relationship with each other had been parasitic, not supportive.

It was disgusting — God, it was so hot. It was truly repulsive — it made me shiver with ecstasy.

As much as Jessica made me feel like I was losing my damn mind, I also understood her a lot better than she thought I did. She was too much like me, in the worst of ways. Impulsive. Proud. So goddamn stubborn. But because I understood those parts of her, I also understood what she needed. Attention. Good, focused, four-on-one attention. And she was going to get it now.

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That was why I didn’t take off my heels. Presentation was important, and if I was going to roleplay my old bitchy self, then I had to look the part.

As if any of you could claim to be better than me.” “Oh, no, no, not better,” Jason said. “We’re degenerates, Jess.” “Losers,” said Lucas. Manson smiled. “Freaks.

You’ve got a dangerous pussy, Jess. It sucked out my soul.

Cherry didn’t have a thought in her head besides Lucas and playtime, so she was rolling around behind Jojo, trying in vain to catch the dog’s tail.

We’d fought for our love. Fought with ourselves, with each other, with those who wanted our love to not even exist. But this was our victory. This was our forever.

I love every inch of you,” I said, growling it against her skin. “Inside and out, baby. I could spend years telling you all the ways I love you, all the little things you do that drive me fucking wild. So I think I will. I think I’d like to spend a very long time showing you how much I adore you.

If you’ve got a score to settle, do it behind the wheel,

We’ve had these reservations for weeks, I’m sorry, but I might die if I don’t get to try their roast duck.” “Better be a damn good duck,” Lucas said. He gave my ass a squeeze, his voice a growl in my ear as he said, “I knew you’d be wearing a thong under that slinky little thing.” “Thong?” I gave him an innocent look. “Oh, you think I’m wearing underwear?” Lucas stopped abruptly. “Vince, the duck isn’t worth it.

As he walked in, he was rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

I wanted to grab her, dig into her. I wanted to see what her skin looked like, reddened and bruised. I wanted to hear the sounds she made when she was lost in bliss. I wanted to find every point of pleasure and pain on her body and use them.

Sometimes I needed to destroy myself, and I needed it done brutally, mercilessly. I needed pain to remind me I was human, to root me in a reality that oftentimes felt too chaotic to bear.

You look a lot better on your knees, Jess,

She wanted a fast car? I’d fucking give her a fast car. What else did she want? Makeup? Jewelry? Clothes? A goddamn kitten? I’d give her that too.

Laughing at his description, I said, “It’s called MAC. Are you sure you want to set foot in a makeup store with me? It’s dangerous territory. I could spend hours there.” He shrugged. “Then I’ll spend hours with you.

I wanted to make her mine from the inside-out. Shatter her to pieces before I put her back together.

We talked for hours in soft whispers, and I lost track of time. Sleep came slowly, then all at once. I drifted off in his arms, drunk on wine, full from cake, and happy. I’d never been so happy.

Now I suggest you start looking for another job,” I snarled. “Because in a few days’ time, everyone at this school is going to have proof you’re a creep.” It was an empty threat, but he didn’t know that. He stiffened up, and that told me he had plenty to hide. “I hope you sleep like shit, pervert.” I tightened the belt again, enough to choke him out. His body went limp, and he slumped to the pavement, unconscious. It gave me the time I needed to slip away again, back to my car. I never told anyone about that night.

Maybe some wounds never healed. They needed to be tended forever, treated gently. It was hard to accept that when it felt like admitting defeat.

It’s up to you, babe. It’s about what works for you. If you want four dudes in one big house where everybody is loving on everybody, then more power to you. I’m just too jealous for that shit.

The new features were small, but the effect was drastic. It made the house look more like a home, like someone had put love and care into it. “Should we plant flowers?” Lucas blurted out.

I felt like I was being left behind. He was able to do what I couldn’t, and although he kept trying to drag me along with him, I still lived with the fear that eventually he’d fix himself and I’d still be broken.

I wanted to blow her mind. I wanted to show her what life with us could be like, if she wanted it.

What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.

I couldn’t live as anything less than fully myself,

Sticks and stones, man. I wasn’t built for it anyway; I was just a skinny stoner with a fried egg for a brain.

Gentlemen — and Lady Fucktoy — I propose a toast. To whatever poor bastards have to try to repair Alex’s Hellcat.

Bringing the woman I wanted into the family we’d built, intermeshing our lives and growing a relationship together, felt natural to me. But to most people, it didn’t. Society wanted things to be labeled, to fit into neat and tidy boxes. Sex was meant to be exclusive, romantic, and flawless. Friends were only friends and never lovers, nothing could grow or change. Who you used to be could never be separated from who you’d become.

She’d tried to cover the hickeys on her neck and had done a damn good job. But up close, I could still see the marks through the makeup. Our marks. Our girl. Ours.

Frozen Thin Mints and coffee were basically my breakfast of champions for a while.

When I was with her, I felt I’d chosen to do something risky, like climbing to the top of the highest diving board despite barely being able to swim. Just talking to her was a rush, touching her was intoxicating.

I’d told her I wouldn’t go if it meant leaving them. Lucas, Jason, Vincent…I couldn’t leave them. We stuck together, always. I could give up everything else but not them. And not… Her.

He kissed me, whispering how much he loved me, how exquisite I looked, how proud he was of me. I wanted to sink into those words, wrap them around me like a blanket and live in them forever. It was overwhelming enough to have one man love me: sincerely, truly, without limitations, this man loved me. But to have all four gathered around me — using me, pleasuring me, teasing my body into new heights of sensation — was blissfully intense.

You’re no distressed damsel. You’re a very dangerous queen bee.

She’d heard loud cars before, but she hadn’t heard Dante’s Inferno.

I love you so much, Jess.” God, my stomach was in knots. “I fucking love you.” The more I said it, it was like I couldn’t stop. The words felt like weights dropping out of my mouth, making me lighter every time. “I love you so much that I can’t let you go.

There was something beautiful in trusting them so damn much that we could share this. Our lives were twined for better or worse, and despite all the bullshit, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was still new…this concept of love and intimacy being so free-flowing. But I liked it; I felt like it fit me far better than how I’d been trying to make relationships work before.

We love you,” Jason said, causing my breath to catch again on a fresh sob. “We’re honestly a little obsessed with you,” Vincent said. “Little would be an understatement, Vince,” Jason added, giving me a wink that made me laugh through the tears. “We want you to know exactly what this is,” Manson said. “No debt, no dare, no games. Just us, with you.

Maybe my own family couldn’t offer me the advice I needed, but I’d come to realize that “family” was far more than merely being related by blood.

I love your mind; how clever you are. I love that you’re passionate. And you’re strong. You’ve changed your own deeply held convictions, and that’s not easy to do. You’re loyal. Tenacious. A force to be reckoned with. You surprise me every day.

My body was beyond my control, overtaken. They had stuffed me so tight that when their cocks pulsed as they came, I could feel every throb. The sensation of being filled so tight and claimed so roughly was even better than my fantasies.

Was I broken? Sexuality was nothing to be ashamed of, but it was hard to reconcile that when the friends and family I was surrounded by told me otherwise.

Destroy me. Ruin me. Force me into the corruption I craved.

I’d ghosted them, and yet I was the one who felt haunted.

Reject the boxes you’re offered and people will keep trying to shove you into them. They’ll put their labels on you and demand you adhere to them, and then if you don’t, it becomes your own damn fault that life is difficult.

I couldn’t blame her for ghosting, or for letting down her guard with me for one night and then retreating the moment the sun rose. Boxes were safe and easy. Leave the shelter of the box and the world becomes significantly less friendly.

Vera and Stephan had made their house a shelter for not only their own kids, but any child who’d needed them.

It’s no trouble.” Lies. “I don’t mind doing it at all.” This morning was hell. “It feels good to switch up my routine.” Nope, it felt awful.

Both of you? At the same time?” I looked at Manson as I said it, wide-eyed, imagining the girth of their cocks side by side. I wouldn’t survive it; of that much, I was certain. Death via destroyed pussy was impending.

Their seed dripped over my cheeks, my lips, my chin. Marking me, claiming me. Reinforcing what I already knew — they owned me.

A sad person knows what another sad person looks like,” I said. I dared to reach out, brushing my fingers along her cheek to tuck a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Goosebumps prickled over her arms, and my eyes widened. “I hear it in your voice. I see it in your eyes. I feel it when I look at you. You deserve to be happy, but you’ll never find it with the people you’re choosing.

Sorry, sorry, I…” I licked my lips, uncertain of what to say. “Why are you…I mean…okay, fuck it, I’ll just say. Why are you here?” “To serve you,” she said, with a teasing sigh. “Lucas and Manson said they owed you, so apparently, I’m your interactive thank you present.

She smelled like sweet strawberries and cream. I was supposed to control myself, but the more something was forbidden, the more I wanted it. Candy tasted sweeter when you stole it.

Ah-yoooo, wake up, ya’ fuckin’ hippies!

Damn, look at you,” I said. “I love that just-fucked look on your face. So sexy.” I leaned down so I could close my mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple between my teeth until she gasped.

She tipped her head back to look at him and her expression could have melted the glaciers. I loved that shit. I wanted to see my people happy. I wanted them to thrive. The world was a goddamn mess but as long as we were together, we could handle whatever life threw at us.

Not that this was a relationship…exactly… God, who was I kidding? This whole thing may have started with my foolish mistake and the debt I incurred because of it, but I couldn’t deny there was something here. Lust, crush fulfillment, more longing and attraction than I knew how to handle. We weren’t dating, per se, but I couldn’t keep denying we were damn close to it.

We’ve known you for years, Jess,” Vincent said. “We’ve seen it all. We’ve seen your worst, you’ve seen ours. We want the opportunity to show you the best of us.” “We want you to be ours,” Manson said. “I lost you once, Jess. I can’t do it again. I can’t watch more years go by without you in my life, wondering where you are, if you’re happy, if you’re safe…I just can’t.

I love you.” It was all I could say and it still wasn’t enough. But if I could keep saying it — if I could say those words from now until the end of forever — God, maybe then, those words could take on the fierceness I meant them with.

I feel like this is surreal. Like Vincent and I saw you at that car wash and fell into some kind of fever dream.

Tell me the truth,” I said, barely parting from her to speak. “How long have you wanted this?” When she lifted her eyes to mine, they looked uncertain, almost afraid, as if someone was pounding on the door that protected her most tightly kept secret. She took a breath and then whispered, “Always.

This key opens your haven: a place where you can be who you are, where you can grow, change, and live how you want to without fear. We want to share this place with you, we want our home to be your home. Even one more night spent without you would be too much.

His kiss was tender, the crown jewel on his sadism. How could a man be so carefully cruel, and so brutally gentle?

You’re fucking perfect, angel. So perfect you’ll make me lose my goddamn mind.

When I’d transferred to Wickeston High, Jess and Vincent had been my first true temptations to sin. A seductress and a jester, challenging my carefully guarded thoughts.

I didn’t let anyone but the boys sit in this car, but fuck, I could make an exception. Jess could sit her ass on my goddamn face if she wanted.