Madness Shantel Tessier Quotes

I want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me question my sanity.

Drop your feminism at the door. Haidyn Reeves is going to make you his good little dirty whore in every way.

In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose you, doll face.

A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint

if I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d fall to them for her.

They say love is patient and kind. I'm not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely. I'm controlling, possessive, and madly jealous. Which can only mean one thing - I'm obsessed with her. To the point I want to hide her from the world. I don't want another man looking at her, let alone talking to her.

Fucking is my therapy. Making others feel pain makes me feel better. I

Charlotte gave me a life I only ever thought existed outside our world.

Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness

what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” Kash jokes,

In a world of shouting men, be the one who remains silent, my mother used to say all the time. If they cannot hear you, they won’t see you.

I’ve always preferred silence to mindless chitchat. Not because I wanted to go unnoticed but because they’re just words that mean nothing.

Fuck That! Annabelle Marie Schults belongs to me. So I will make sure whatever it is the Lords want her to do, she passes. Because once the birth control shot I had Gavin give her wears off, she won’t be getting another one. The only babies she’ll be having are mine.

I vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.” I tell him. Anyone can sign a piece of paper. I want him to know that I’m in a hundred percent. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, including my soul. A Lord demands nothing less. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb runs along my parted lips as a smile tugs at his mouth. “You vow to be mine, doll face.” “We vow,” we say in unison, and then his lips are back on mine, devouring me like the monster I thought he was.

Only I see you naked and only I touch you. If any other man does, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.

I don’t know why, but the thought of a woman marinating makes me think of her tied up in a bathtub filled with barbecue sauce. With a Lord, anything is possible.

In a world of shouting men, be the one who remains silent,

I’ll ride this train until it falls off the tracks. And then, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she remains mine. Forever.

Accepting your death is the most peaceful part.

Fuck, she was on fire. I understand it was anger, but it was sexy as hell. The way she barged into my house. The fact that she came prepared to shoot me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her down on the floor, and fuck her ass while she held the gun to my face. It’s an adrenaline rush that I haven’t experienced in a long time. For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls. I like it. It’s refreshing. She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for in my repetitive life. Giving me something to do.

I like a woman who fights. One who thinks she can stand up for herself. It just means I’ll have to work extra hard to keep her on her knees. It might require some chains and ropes, but that’s okay. Every woman deserves some accessories.

It’s not what I thought my life would be. It’s way more than I could have ever dreamed.

They collect the names they are given, and erase you from the world as if you never existed, and make you wish that was the truth.

When I die, I want it to be by your hands, doll face.

I was willing to give my life up for hers. Now she's giving me life. Nothing could be better.

There’s my girl.

Death is a luxury we don’t supply.

hungry dogs are never loyal.

If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be handing my life over to a sociopath.

The love of my life deserves the world, even if that means I’m no longer part of hers.

My husband has taught me that there are two different kinds of love in this world. The first is selfless—you would give your life for another person.

will kill any bitch who tries to take him from me. I fight for what I want, and he’s it for me.

Not all Ladies are as lucky as me. They don’t find a Lord who protects them, falls in love with them, would give their own life for them.

I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the forever you deserved, doll face. But I promise I gave you all I had left to offer.

Yes, it’ll always be you. I love you,” I say, leaning down and giving her forehead a soft kiss, ignoring her sob. “Remember that, Charlotte.

I’m leaving a piece of myself behind with you because nothing short of forever would have been enough.

There is no amount of time that will be enough with you,

I’ve never been one to dream, but she makes me believe it’s possible.

It’s what I need. Him on top of me. Showing me what a desperate whore I am for my husband.

Eyes on me, doll face. I want to watch my wife come on my dick.

Eyes on me, doll face. I want to see you while I come inside you.

After you come on my face, doll face, I’ll fuck you. And then you can go to bed,” I tell her.

It’s not about jealousy, doll face. It’s about principle. You belong to me.

She can’t be over five three. A petite little thing. Like a doll. Or a toy. Either way, I’d chew her up and spit her out. I’m always up for a snack.

I love the way your body begs to be used,

If I can’t have love, I want power.

I wanted to go unnoticed but because they’re just words that mean nothing. No one cares how you feel or what you think. It’s about following rules and actions.

Put a bell on me and call me kitten. I’ll purr for my Lord.

I’ll have memories to remind me that I was once a man who loved a woman who deserved better. They won’t be able to take that away from me, and that’s what I call a win.

Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness.

I belong to Haidyn Reeves. A Spade brother who knows I’m a fraud.

I won’t have to rape you, doll face. You will crawl to me and beg me to fuck your mouth all on your own.

Want me to tell you all my secrets?” I give her a threatening smile and go on. “The only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.

Ever looked at someone and just knew they were too good for you? I don’t mean that out-of-your-league shit. I’m talking out of this universe. My

In a world of shouting men, be the one who remains silent, my mother used to say this all the time. If they cannot hear you, they won't see you.

A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint” has never been a truer statement than when it comes to the Lords.

If they cannot hear you, they won’t see you.

So what am I afraid of if death isn't it? I'm afraid of failing those that I love. Of letting my brothers down and leaving them to fend for themselves. I hate being unable to protect the ones who rely on me. And that's the only reason I'm even doing these fucking initiations. Because they need me to help them through this shitty life we've been damned to live until someone takes us out.

Please know that I loved you more than anything in this world…and when I walk out this door, I’m leaving a piece of myself behind with you because nothing short of forever would have been enough.

Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness. No matter how I try to justify it, the ending will be the same. I can only hope I have time to leave her with something that will remind her of me.

The story is, they got drunk, branded one another, and then fought each other to see who got to fuck whose wife. Apparently, it got messy—doesn’t it always when pussy is involved—and the Lords were invented.

So what am I afraid of if death isn’t it? I’m afraid of failing those that I love. Of letting my brothers down and leaving them to fend for themselves. I hate being unable to protect the ones who rely on me.

Moments later, I hear a door slam, and I’m guessing she’s in my bedroom. I could go in there, strip her naked, force her to crawl to me, and fuck her until she can’t speak. But I won’t. I’ll save that for later.

Wetness pools between my shaking legs, soaking my underwear, and I stare into his blue eyes, getting lost in the depths of what I’ve always known to be hell. I can’t tell him. I can’t afford for him to figure out who I am.

She’s what a man dreams of—dress her up and show her off to your friends, make them jealous of what you have. And then take her home, tie her down, and make her your dirty little whore. Show her what it’s like to be owned.

If you’re a good girl, you’ll walk away sooner rather than later. But…” I swallow the lump in my throat. “If you’re a bad girl who has to be punished, then you’ll be crawling on your hands and knees, begging me to let you go.

I’m glad you’re okay, Haidyn, but if you ever leave me again, I will throw another knife at you, and I will kill you myself.” I chuckle and then flinch due to my soreness. “When I die, I want it to be by your hands, doll face.

I like a woman who fights. One who thinks she can stand up for herself. It just means I’ll have to work extra hard to keep her on her knees. It might require some chains and ropes, but that’s okay. Every woman deserves some accessories

My mind is made up. I’ve failed at protecting everyone who had ever meant anything to me. I won’t make the same mistake with Charlotte. My wife deserves better. The love of my life deserves the world, even if that means I’m no longer part of hers.

characters. This book is not to teach you BDSM, so please do not take it as a how-to. There is a lot of bondage without aftercare. My FMCs (female main characters) love their Heroes as they are—unapologetic. If you need a groveling Hero, this book is not for you.

want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me question my sanity. And I know I won’t be happy until the masked man decides to make me his forever. I’m perfectly fine spending the rest of my life not knowing who he is as long as he continues to come see me.

Fuck, she was on fire. I understand it was anger, but it was sexy as hell. The way she barged into my house. The fact that she came prepared to shoot me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to rip off her clothes, pin her down on the floor, and fuck her ass while she held the gun to my face.

but if he ever tries to leave me again, I’ll stab him in both of his legs so he can’t walk or run. Because I’m not like Haidyn. I’m the second—selfish. I refuse to live a life where he isn’t by my side every day and lying next to me every night. He’s my husband…my Lord. We’re a team, and I’ll remind anyone who comes after us exactly that.

If you let another man touch you, I’ll string him up and cut off his eyelids so he can’t miss you crawling naked on your hands and knees to me. I’ll fuck every hole you have, doll face, and let him see you whine and beg to be used like the whore I know you to be. Then after I’m done with you, I’ll cut his dick off as well and force it down his throat because he will no longer have any use for it.

I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.” I like the way her face pales at my words. It makes her eyes a brighter blue. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.

Two inches to the left, and it would have severed your femoral artery.” Devin glares at him. “You would have bled out.” My son’s blue eyes meet mine as he smirks, and I shake my head. That’s a boy in love. “You know your mother once stabbed me.” I chuckle at the memory. His lips pull back with disgust. “Gross, Dad. I don’t want to know about any kinks you and Mom have.” “You know they say sexual fetishes are hereditary,” I add. He makes a gagging sound, and Devin just laughs.

I have syphilis,” she states, and I choke on the water in my mouth. He smiles at her. “No, you don’t.” She rolls her eyes and rips her arm from his hold, stomping off with a bleach blonde following her. She must belong to Cross because he also follows them, finding an open space at the bar to order drinks away from us. “Man, you must have really fucked up for her to choose an STD over your dick.” Bones laughs, finding too much joy in their exchange. Even Titan can’t hide his laughter, and Nite smiles.

Hey, doll face…” “Haidyn?” I yank the phone from Kashton’s hands and look at the screen to see it’s a video. He’s sitting on my couch, dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans. The phone is propped up against something on the coffee table. I place my hand over my mouth to hold in my sob at the sight of him. This was last night…when I saw my phone on the coffee table when he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my living room. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you goodbye. But in our life, we rarely get what we want.” A soft smile tugs at his lips. “You were my exception.” He bows his head, his right hand twirling his wedding ring around his finger as he looks at it. “I knew that you were too good for me the moment I first saw you. That I’d never live up to the man you’d deserve. So I let you go…but when you were placed back in my life, I couldn’t stop myself.” He looks back at the phone and gives a soft smile. Back in his life? “I’ve done a lot of unforgivable shit in my life, but the best thing I ever did was make you my wife. I wish I could have done it differently. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. I should have gotten down on one knee and begged you to spend the rest of your life with me. I should have told you how much you changed me. That you showed me what being alive truly felt like. I always felt like I was missing something…my life was boring. Same thing over and over. And then you walked into my life with that amazing smile and when I looked into your eyes—I saw a future that I never thought existed…not for a man like me, anyway.” A lump forms in my throat, and I blink to clear the tears from my eyes so I can see him on the screen. “I knew you’d never give a man like me the chance at forever. So I forced your hand. I had to have Adam help me.” I look up at Adam, and his green eyes are already on mine. Blinking the fresh tears away, I drop mine back to the phone. “Because I knew that’d be the only way I’d ever get you. And I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be your husband.” He looks away from the camera as if he can’t look at me, and my chest tightens. How dare he leave me this memory? Why break my heart twice? When I found him in the living room and asked if he regretted marrying me…he had just left me this video. He knew then exactly what he was going to do. His blue eyes come back to the screen, meeting mine once again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the forever you deserved, doll face. But I promise I gave you all I had left to offer.” The knot grows in my throat, and I can’t hold back the sob anymore as I remember what he said when I told him I chose to be with him forever. To some, forever is only a matter of seconds. “Please know that I loved you more than anything in this world…and when I walk out this door, I’m leaving a piece of myself behind with you because nothing short of forever would have been enough." He smiles, and I try to catch my breath. "You'll be safe at Carnage and my brothers will protect you." He leans forward and picks up the phone before speaking. "I love you, Charlotte.

I never knew what he meant, and when I asked, he would get mad, blow up at me, then avoid me for a few days.

promised I’d never take my wedding ring off, but I broke that promise shortly after I made it. I removed it to get her name tattooed on my ring finger.

The way her bruised and stitched face looked. She looked so broken—so not herself. And that’s what made me so mad. That was why I yelled at her in front of everyone.

I want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me question my sanity. And I know I won’t be happy until the masked man decides to make me his forever.

I have syphilis,

grave. I never thought I’d deceive my brothers, but it was my only option. Plus, Saint kept a big one from us that I’m sure Kashton doesn’t know about.

I love Annabelle like she is my own, but I promise you, that’s the best outcome she’ll get.

Go home…grab your gun and put a bullet in her head while she sleeps.

We’ve earned our place at their table. I’d rather starve.

This is what a devoted Lady does—she gives herself to her Lord. And that’s exactly what the rest of my life will consist of—being my husband’s whore. I step out of my heels one by one.

Turning on the sink, I splash my face and decide that only a shower can fix this hungover disaster. I turn on the water and step inside. Falling to my ass, I sit under the sprayer and let the hot water rain down on me.

I sit back crossing my arms over my chest. He’s not going to get an apology from me. I wanted the bastard dead because he had his hands on my wife. I know it was a little over the top, but I sure as fuck don’t regret it.

He cups my face, his large hands softly touching my flushed cheeks. “Talk to me, doll face. What happened…who did this to you?

They say love is patient and kind. I’m not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely. I’m controlling, possessive, and madly jealous. Which can only mean one thing—I’m obsessed with her. To the point I want to hide her from the world. I don’t want another man looking at her, let alone talking to her. Matt helped me understand that. So, instead of lying to my future father-in-law, I ask, “Did you love Valerie when you married her?

What would Isabella have done to her and my babies if they hadn’t pulled me out of there when they did?

he’s missing an entire arm from his elbow down

Of course. Now Matt is mad at me. Another man threatens his relationship with me, and it’s my fault. Always is.

No! They say love is patient and kind. I’m not either one of those things when it comes to Blakely. I’m controlling, possessive, and madly jealous. Which can only mean one thing—I’m obsessed with her. To the point I want to hide her from the world. I don’t want another man looking at her, let alone talking to her. Matt helped me understand that.

A petite little thing. Like a doll. Or a toy. Either way, I’d chew her up and spit her out. I’m always up for a snack.

A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint.

I want toxic. I want madness. I want someone who makes me questions my sanity.

seven-carat Harry Winston cushion-cut sapphire wedding ring,