Secret Obsession S Massery Quotes

We can simulate your death if you want, baby. But you’re not leaving this earth one second before me.

I’ll bury myself so deep inside her, she’ll have no choice but to accept it. Me.

I want her alone. I want her isolated. But I need her to learn that, of all the people in the world, and of all the fucked-up shit people will do to each other, I will never leave her.

Your lock is fixed. Your apartment is clean. Get some sleep, baby. You’re going to need it for what I have planned for you. And you don’t deserve to sleep on somebody’s couch.

Because you had your chance to choose, and you’ve proven to make stupid decisions. So now… that option doesn’t exist anymore.

We’re not going to discuss why I’m watching her like a sick pervert—hell, maybe I am sick in the head. Twisted enough to seek her out when I know I shouldn’t.

The closer I get, the headier her scent is. I want to rip off her blankets and cover her with my body. To feel the heat of her.

Am I an idiot for giving up my shirt in the middle of winter…? Maybe. But the thought of Willow wearing it instead will keep me warm.

You don’t. You don’t see her, and none of your friends will see her. If she’s sitting alone at the bar, you don’t fucking buy her a drink. If she’s sitting alone at lunch, you leave her be.

Your little game with my brother is over, got it? Your game with me is only just beginning. Starting with this.” He lets the tip of the blade point toward the man. “Starting with secrets that will tie us together forever.

I’m not like Greyson or Steele. I’m not going to go behind your back and scare away the guys who think they have a right to touch you. And this is even more poetic because this fucker should’ve never laid a hand on you. But especially somewhere private. Somewhere that belongs to me.

I want her tears and her anger and her heartbreak. I want her smile and laughter and joy. And fuck, i just want her to walk around not looking so dazed. Or drunk. Or pained. She’s in pieces now, and I’m not going to glue her back together. I’m not going to paint a pretty picture for her to live in instead of reality. I’m going to forge her into something new. Something stronger. - Miles

No, if I wanted to force you to spend time with me, I’d tie you up and keep you in my room like a good little pet.” He leans in, his eyes gleaming. “I’d cut off your clothes and make you kneel at my feet as I did my homework, with a gag in your mouth and your wrists bound behind your back. Maybe I’d put a vibrator in your pussy and watch you squirm and see how far I could push you before you begged for just a little more… pressure.

Ready, wild girl?

I scream his name, and whatever else comes out of my mouth isn’t my fault—it’s his.

Didn’t think I’d ever have to goaltend with a stiff dick, but here we are.

I’ve dreamt about what you feel like,” he says in my ear. “But goddamn, woman, nothing in my imagination could compare to the real thing.

Ilove you,” Miles repeats.

I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to hurt you in any way you don’t want to be hurt. I love you, and I’ll always love you.

We’re the opposite, you and me. You’ve never been in love. But I fell in love at first sight. And I’m pretty sure it’s the forever sort of thing.

pause suddenly at the cuts in my breast. I touch the X carefully. It’s scabbed over a bit, but at the scratching from my nail, it opens up again. There’s more blood on my chest, but it’s not all mine. Some on my other breast that my heart tells me is Miles’. He cut both of us open. For what?

One day, you’ll admit the truth to yourself.” “And what’s that?” “That you do know how to love and you’ve fallen head over heels for me.

Newsflash: I’m unhealable. I’ve got ugly scars all over my insides from a weird, draining childhood.

You’re not a prickly cactus, Willow. You’re not any harder to love than I am.

I’m going to let you taste us on my cock before I fuck your throat.

I don’t love you, Miles Whiteshaw,” I repeat. “After everything you’ve done to me? I’m smarter than that. I’m stronger than that.” But the worst part? I’m pretty sure I’m lying.

I’m going to take my time eating your magic cunt, and you’ll be crying to your god—me.

Maybe I just want you all messed up inside like me,” she replies.

Lingering on the fringes of my brother’s room after he’s had his way with her, burning with anger that she was sleeping with his cum between her legs or on her lips. The noises she made while he fucked her, filtering through the wall separating our rooms, torment me even now.

You’re my dirty little whore when I want you to be, but when we’re with our friends, you’re just a good girl with a secret. Isn’t that right?

Good girl with a secret. His dirty little whore. Both exist, both are true, and he frees both of those sides of me.

I don’t give a shit about babies. I want you. I need you. Haven’t I said that enough? That it’s you and me, forever? If you don’t want to get pregnant, that’s fine. If the IUD hurts, you should get it out. And because it freaks you out that much, I’ll take responsibility for it and get snipped.” I mean, that doesn’t sound like the most pleasant thing on earth, but for her? Anything.

Part of me wants to go—but the other part just wants to get back to Willow. Which is insane. But sue me, I love the girl.

Do you love me?” I stop. Every part of me rebels against that notion. If I want him to walk out the door right now, I’d say it. I’d say it, even though it’s a fucking lie, and I’d lose him.

I don’t love you.” The words are out before I can stop them. But now that they hang between us, I can’t go back. Can’t snatch them out of the air like they don’t exist. “I won’t love you. Ever.

My whole body is vibrating, restless with the need to just—go. To get it through her thick skull that I’m not leaving her. And she’s not leaving me.

His gaze, though, sears into mine. With it, he’s pulling me apart to examine my soul, and I shudder at the rawness of it.

You could give me everything in the world except your heart, and it wouldn’t be enough.

She’s so twisted in the head, she doesn’t see what’s right in front of her. Those wild emotions of hers are tangled up inside, and all I want to do is show her how to smooth it out.

Because babies aren’t in our future, but a lifetime of my cum in her pussy is.

How can I stay inside you all night while we sleep?” I shrug. “I’m just built different, wild girl.

Screw whatever made you stop,” she whispers. “You’re mine, aren’t you? You made a big speech about that. Which means I make you come.

I love you,” I say in her ear. Words just for her. Because anyone who convinced this girl she doesn’t know love can fuck off right to Hell.

I throw my hands up. “At least I learned something? What, that my boyfriend is a psychopath?” I freeze. “You’re not my boyfriend.” Oh, fuck. He’s grinning. Argument forgotten, he looks like he just won everything. “Boyfriend, huh? Not a fake one. For real.

He lunges forward, and I let out a sharp squeal. We’re in the middle of the parking lot of a rest stop, but no one gives a shit. He grabs my hips and tosses me over his shoulder, then breaks into a run. “She’s my real girlfriend!” Miles yells. I shake my head and laugh. What the fuck is wrong with us? “Fake,” I cry out. “Fake girlfriend!” He slaps my ass.

You’re already in love, idiot.

She has to live.” I never thought I’d plead or beg anyone for anything—but for her life? Of course. I’d give everything.

I love you,” he says. “You’re still yelling,” I whisper. “I can’t hear you.” I smile. It makes it easier to say, “I love you, too.” He grins. Oh, so he heard that? “Asshole,” I add. But my smile widens, too.

my heart seems to like forbidden things, and maybe Miles has always been my temptation in the dark.

Miles hurts too much. Hits too close to the pain I’m desperate to bury.

His cock rests just above my pubic bone. There’s a piece of metal, a piercing, in the tip. And another on the underside, horizontally.

I know, I know that he wants to bury himself in more than just my pussy. He wants to be in my mind and my heart and my soul.

It had to happen. We need this, okay? Just take my cock like a good girl.

My cock is the only one you’re ever going to feel,” he continues, drawing out and slamming back in.

whatever he was thinking, whatever was written plainly across his face, is slammed behind a brick wall. I didn’t realize he had let a guard down… didn’t realize there was anything about him that needed guarding…

you’ll get up and go to the bathroom, where you’ll pull your pants down and put your hands on the wall in the handicap stall. And you’ll wait for me there, with your head bent and your heart pounding out of your chest.

I should’ve already seen him this way, but for the first time I’m noticing how his hair curls down over his forehead, how his light-blue eyes seem to dig right through my chest and into my soul.

If you ever mention my brother’s cock again,” he says, his breath fanning against my lips, “I’ll bring you back up here and dangle you off this rooftop.

But now all I feel is this pressing darkness that drives me toward my prey.

To repair what you broke, you asshole.” I scowl. “Why’d you have to drag it out for a whole year?

I just wanted to see if I could stay with one person. You know. Like…

I don’t have her now.” I ball my fists. “God, you’re so fucking blind. I will have her. I will have her battered and broken, and I’ll have her when she’s healed, but in this moment? She’s alone and she’s numb and she doesn’t know what she wants because she thinks the minute she wants something, it’s going to cut her loose.

She arrives there and puts music on her phone. I put my headphones in and turn on her mic, just so I can hear her sing along to the melody.

Dying hasn’t been my plan. But I can see why he thinks that’s my path. I’ve been… self-destructing, as he said. Refusing to connect with my emotions. I hate that he’s right.

Now you want to fight? a long-lost voice in the back of my head whispers. The voice that I used to listen to all the time. The voice that Knox slowly shut off. The voice that told me when I deserved better than what I had. The voice that I muted because I didn’t want it to be right. I need to fight.

Willow nods. “Wish me luck?” I leave the crease and press my hand to the glass. “Good luck,” I mouth. She smiles and puts her hand against mine. God, I’d do anything for that smile.

I don’t stake a claim on Willow, even though she makes my heart hammer and draws my focus like no other. My mistake. One I’ll be paying for, for quite a while.

So I’ve come to the conclusion that I do want to live. And what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks hasn’t even come close to how I want my life to go. I’ve been numb. As numb as my limbs in that stupid freezer. In a way, this is like a rebirth. A second chance.

You will,” he replies. “You don’t have a choice. There’s never been a choice with us, wild girl. You’ll fall in love with me, and it’s going to be a hundred times better than any love you held for Knox. Because I deserve you and you deserve me.” His gaze intensifies. “And when you do realize that you’re madly in love with me, you’re going to know in your bones that I won’t leave you. I haven’t left you, and I won’t ever. It’s you and me until the end of time.

His mouth connects with mine again. Just for a moment. Then he’s staring into my eyes and he orders, “Ride me.

He’s already dipping back down, running his nose along my center. Inhaling. Smelling me. And his eyes roll back like it’s the best fucking thing he’s smelled,

I want to fill your ass with a toy,” he says in my ear. “I want to watch you fight an orgasm in the most inappropriate fucking places. And I want to edge you until you lose control and beg me to fuck you.” My heart flutters. “But right now, I’m going to do the honors myself. I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. And it’s going to hurt. But the best things in life all hurt a little, don’t they?” He growls.

I’ll steal your voice, wild girl. And then I’ll give it back to you.

Good,” he growls. “Submission looks so sweet on your face, wild girl. Stay in it. That’s it.

He catches some of his cum on his fingers. Scooping it from my tongue. His other hand undoes my jeans enough for him to guide his cum-covered fingers down to my cunt. He thrusts inside me. The heel of his palm grinds on my clit.

There. He didn’t give a shit. And Miles… Miles always has.

Ride my cock like a good little slut,” he says with a smirk. “But tell me you love me while you do it.

Miles Whiteshaw,” I start. “I think I may love you more than anyone I’ve ever known.

Like the fact that I fell in love with you ages ago.

Now I’m going to fuck the love of my life,” he murmurs. “And I’m going to come inside you. Maybe twice. Just because. And you’re going to match me, orgasm for orgasm.

I love you. I’ve wanted to marry you since the moment you dragged me down on the ice with you.” I smile. “You’re the best person in the world. You’re the only one I want to be with every moment of the day, for the rest of our lives. Will you make it official and marry me?

maybe he just wants the pain that comes with this moment—when we’re joined but so fucking far apart.

He covers my mouth again and jerks his hips forward, and I cry out against his palm.

Make those sweet noises for me. You sound so fucking perfect when you’re helpless like this. Just the way I want you.

It’s not just my body that’s falling—my mind is, too. Spiraling. I don’t know where I’m going to land.

He slides back into me like he never left. Like he doesn’t belong anywhere else.

Mmm.” He leans in and kisses my jaw. “You’re addicting.

The fact that she doesn’t change out of it soothes a broken part of me.

I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to make sure you know I’m not leaving. No matter how much you might want me to do so.

And I’m going to make sure you know that no other man is allowed to touch you.

You accept a drink from someone other than me, and I’ll do a lot worse than this. And I’ll make sure you’re right there with me.” I kiss her temple and relax my grip.

I want you to learn how I operate. That I have certain expectations that must be met. And yes, Willow, one of them is timeliness.

This is just the first day,” he says. “And I’m just getting started.

It isn’t often that girls are kicked off the team for misconduct, but somehow, I convinced Amanda to consider her breakup with Knox as such.

What a good little slut you are.

Oh, my slut is dripping.

He grips my cheeks with both hands, massaging. Rubbing. Kneading. And then he strikes again. Hit, massage. Repeat.

And a note from Miles: I am in control. Do not doubt that for a moment.

She’s the light that captivates my attention anywhere we go, and I loathe her for it.

It’s her heart that needs the armor, and now it’s too late. She just handed it over to the worst fucking person in the room.