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“Your tardiness this morning has made me late for another meeting. But I trust even you can manage to count to three. Just take the stairs up and then look for the door with the eleven on it.”
Why am I loving the bitchiness?
He released me. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination when I felt his hand slide down the front of my throat and hesitate a little longer than necessary at my collarbone before he returned to his position in front of me.
I felt the feminist in me LEAVE MY BODY, with that line.
“Let go of me, Father.” “Caleb,” he said, his voice rough. Those dark brows were furrowed, pulled together in a pained expression as confusion and conflict warred for control of his face. “Call me Caleb when my hands are on you.”
The inhuman sound that came out of my mouth.
“What will you do if I don’t show up? Spank me, Daddy?” No reaction. The man was a statue carved of stone. Except for that slight twitch in the fingers of his left hand. Barely noticeable, but there. I opened the door and strode outside, but not before he whispered, “Don’t tempt me.”
Kingston’s expression shuttered for a second, but he kept his voice low and even as he asked her, “Do you trust me?” “No,” she croaked.
we love an honest queen.
“She’s jealous. Thorne wants you, and he’s supposed to want her.” “He wants to eat me. There’s a difference.” “Oh, he wants to eat you, all right. That’s the problem.”
“You know what? I hope you choke on your cupcakes.” He blinked, confusion coloring his expression. “What?”
“And you don’t know how to pick up a phone? Or use a pen? Or a computer? Or fucking smoke signals? Maybe even a carrier bat . . . I think that’s more your style than a pigeon.”
“Does it hurt?” she whispered, glancing from the angry red skin and back up to my face. “Yes. But it’s supposed to. It’s the mark of a traitor.” “What? Why would you have that?” “Because, my little wolf,” I said, lifting my hand to cup her cheek. “I chose you.”
People need to learn to communicate before making LIFE LONG DECISIONS.
“Do you know why Dracula doesn’t have any friends?” Ash started after we’d walked about halfway down the next block in silence. “Please don’t.” Her lips turned up in a smile as she tried and failed to hold in her laughter. “Because he’s a pain in the neck!”
“What is it about the devil’s eggplant that makes you all act like a bunch of spoiled assholes?”
“Oh. Thanks.” I immediately craned my neck up and scanned the sky. “What are you looking for?” “Checking to see if pigs randomly started to fly or if the world is coming to a sudden and fiery end. Because, as far as I know, those are the only two scenarios where you’d ever willingly thank me for anything.”
“Touch yourself, Sunday. Bring me to worship at the altar I can’t have.”
🫠🫠🫠🫠
Even though she and Moira seemed amused, I could feel the shift in their moods. Like when you’re out for a walk and realize you just stepped in a pile of dog shit. And I was the proverbial shit in this equation.
“You’d be surprised what a man would be willing to sacrifice for the woman who makes his soul cry out ‘Mine.’”
“If you’re asking for advice, I don’t have any. But I will say this. I know that I’ve not found my way into your heart yet, and that’s okay because you still allow me in your orbit. You are that man’s sun, and yet you refuse him any of your warmth. Shine for him, Sunny. See what happens when you give a dying man hope like you give me hope.”
“Quiet, little one. Let me show you what it feels like when you allow me to worship you.”
“Yes, Sunday, take my fucking cock,” I murmured as precum dripped from the head. “It’s all for you, my sweet girl.”
if I have to wait 4 books for them to get together I'm. gonna. die. Jason Clarke basically killed me with that line.
