Viper Challenge Quotes

You're a hard man to love, Lachlan MacRuairi, but I do belive I'm up to the challenge." "We'll probably argue." "Aye, it seems likely." "I have a bit of a temper when I get angry." "I have noticed," she said wryly. "I can be a mean bastard. I"ll probably say something to hurt you." She laughed. "Are you trying to scare me off?" He gave her a rueful smile. " Maybe." "Well, stop - it isn't going to work. I'm quite aware of your faults." He frowned. "I didn't say they were faults.

It started in my head the very first day after the way he looked at her like she was a challenge, a puzzle he couldn’t figure out, and she wasn’t scared of him like everyone else. She met him head-on, just as stubborn, just as angry at the world. Roxy will save him. She will save us all. And we will damn her.

Why? Going to break my hands too?” I challenge, stepping closer. “No, just tie me up? Keep me at your mercy? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, even that crazy fucker stands more of a chance than you.

You have a death wish?” “Everyone dies, plus I could have died every minute of every day with you guys. But I haven’t. I’ve accepted it will happen, so try me, Ryder. Show me what you’re so scared of, what you don’t show anyone else, and if it kills me? So fucking what. No one will miss me.” That’s a fucking lie, I would. I would miss her so much, it sends a pang through my icy heart. To never hear her laugh again, to never see her challenge me, defy me… no. I would miss her. My brothers would. They would kill me if I hurt her.

I can’t believe you survived him. You are bloody fierce, woman. You know what that means though, right?” “What?” I ask, cuddling into his hold. I should demand to be put down so I can walk… but I seriously can’t be bothered. “You have only challenged him to find new ways to make it hurt.” He laughs. “It’s a good job he likes you, there is a whole lot of pain in your future.” I groan, “Fuck, he’s crazy,” but even as I say it, I smile. “He’s not the only one.

What makes you think I want you when I can’t even stand to look at you? When I hate you? Hmm? Tell me, baby, what makes you think you’re so fucking special that I would fuck you? Or let you touch me?” he grinds out. “Because you’re hard, because you watch me when you think I don’t notice, because you imagine fucking me, even if you hate it.” I lay the challenge down, and he doesn’t disappoint as I reach out to touch him. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me, or I will kill you. You want me? You’re so desperate for cock that Ryder and Kenzo ain’t enough? Fine.

I said we’re closed. Better get out, boys.” “Or what?” one of them challenges as he steps forward. “Going to cry for help?” “No, I’ll break your fucking kneecaps and toss you outside like the garbage you are. Now, one more warning—we’re closed.” “Is this broad serious?” “Broad?” I snap, low and deadly as I step closer. “Did you just call me a broad?

I can feel how wet you are,” he murmurs darkly, his voice hungry. “I bet if I slipped my fingers into your tight little cunt, you would come for me, wouldn’t you?” “You wouldn’t dare,” I snap, trying to act tough, but as soon as the words leave my lips, I realise what I’ve done. Laid down a challenge… to a man who thrives on gambling and bets. Fuck.

Do you give the orders around here, love?” he challenges, nipping my thigh in punishment. “Because I can easily fuck this tight little pussy, fill you with my cum, and leave you behind, needy as hell without release.” “You bastard,” I hiss. “That’s right, love, and I’m your bastard, so lay the fuck on your back and let me stare at my property for as long as I goddamn please. You will get my cock when I tell you, you get my cock.

The little viper had snatched my lighter as a statement. A challenge. A game.

Washington isn’t a nest of vipers. Really. It’s a city of mostly well-intentioned people who, like the rest of us, sometimes cut corners out of expedience, self-interest, or, quite possibly, the greater good. It’s a city defined not by its cardinal sins, but by its venal ones. For every bug-eyed backbencher who insists Mexican immigrants are all al-Qaeda sleeper agents, or every slick lobbyist clamoring to sign an energy company that drenched half of Puget Sound in unrefined crude, there are thousands of far more relatable individuals committing much less conspicuous, and more ethically muddled, offenses: the congressman who votes for a discriminatory bill that won’t go anywhere to earn political capital so he or she can defeat their challenger who would bring a much more harmful agenda to Washington; the reporter who holds off on a story about a senator’s special interest fundraiser to stay in the lawmaker’s good graces for a larger piece about malfeasance among congressional leadership; the political staffer who holds their tongue when a colleague cashes out at a lobbying firm because they, too, might one day want to stop working eighty hours a week while making $45,000 a year. All