Victoria Paige > Victoria's Quotes

“I'm considering whether or not to believe you. I need to run an algorithm on this."
"That's not funny."
"You might be trying to trick me into sleeping with you.”
― Jessica Park, Flat-Out Matt

“No, you’re the girl I’m in love with. I love you more than my own life,” Jack declared fervently. “If anything happens to you Maia, it will be over for me. I’m never gonna come back from losing you—not in ten, not in fifty years. So I’m asking you not to throw away what we have on some fucking job someone else can do. I’m begging you to give what we have a chance. You’ve done your time; it’s OK to slow down, babe. I promise you, I’ll make it my life’s priority to make you happy.”
~Jack to Maia”
― Victoria Paige, Fire and Ice

“You’ll drive a saint into chaining you to the bed,” Jack muttered, and then trying not to let his annoyance show, he continued, “The sex is good. No, wait. Sex with you blows my fucking mind. You’re smart, sexy and sassy—you don’t take shit from me— and I crave to be with you even when all my survival instincts tell me to run the other way. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking laid eyes on.” He grasped both her hands and brought them together over his chest. “Now, Miss Pierce, will you stay until Friday?”
Maia burst into laughter. “Okay, that will do. I’ll stay until Friday.”
Jack exhaled a breath of relief. “Thank God, I thought I’d have to start quoting fucking Byron. What time do you want me to take you to Baltimore?”
― Victoria Paige, Fire and Ice

“I’m not what you want.” The words came out strangled because a lump had formed in Maia’s throat.
Jack’s brows drew together in a frown. “What the fuck, Maia?”
She cleared her throat and sipped on her wine before continuing, “I’m not what you want. You want a quiet life. The white picket fence. The woman who’s safe at home. That’s what you want.”
Jack looked at her steadily, his expression inscrutable. “You’re right,” he said, and Maia felt her heart break a little. “That’s what I want. I want to take care of my woman, I want that quiet life.” Jack leaned closer and cupped Maia’s face gently with one hand, using his thumb to tip her chin up to him. “Babe, that’s what I want, but you are what I need.”
― Victoria Paige, Fire and Ice

“So back to my question: what are you doing here?” Maia asked.
Derek sighed, reached into his pocket and handed her a smartphone. “Viktor wanted me to give you this.”
Jack turned livid with anger. “She’s not yet fully recovered,” he said furiously. “It’s barely been 48 hours.”
“See, I hate getting caught in the middle of this,” Derek said. “It’s almost like a messed-up love triangle.”
Jack’s face grew darker. Maia was controlling a grin.
“Viktor is worried that he has no way of contacting you,” Derek continued. “Oh, stop scowling, Jack! You’re with Maia, Viktor comes with the package.”
“Like fucking hell!”
~Derek, Maia & Jack”
― Victoria Paige, Fire and Ice

“He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?"
I do.
Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ?
Barrons: She's working on old texts with me.
V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.
Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“It surprised him how badly he didn’t want anyone else in Hero’s room. Even her family. She’d clung to him so ferociously, and he wasn’t ready to give that up. So—this was new and dangerous emotional territory.”
― Kerrigan Byrne, A Righteous Kill

“I vow on this holy ground that when this is all over, I’m going to bend you over the first available surface and fuck you sideways. Got it?”
― Kerrigan Byrne, A Righteous Kill

“Grab hold of the headboard with your one hand, for stability,” I tell her. She does but her pussy is still about an inch too high. I think she’s afraid she’s going to break my face or something, but if anything is breaking off it’s my dick because it is so goddamned hard right now a stiff wind could shatter it. “Lower baby. Sit on me.” “Won’t I suffocate you?” she worries but lowers until that juicy pussy is resting right on top of my mouth. “Oh, baby, if only.”
― Jessica Clare, Last Breath

“I don’t think I’ve made myself clear enough. So I’m spelling it out for you.” He ignored her squinting eyes and continued. “What we have is not a temporary hook up. You’re my woman. I take care of what’s mine. The roof over your head. What you eat. Hell, I’ll buy you all your fancy clothes and soap. I don’t want you to have too many options, like a row house you can retreat to when you’ve got something up your ass.” She sputtered at this, but he continued speaking over her. “When you’re horny and need some fucking—my tongue and my dick are your one and only option. I want to be your one and final option for everything you need.

~ Viktor to Marissa”
― Victoria Paige, Smoke and Shadows

“Would anyone care to explain how you two happen to be discussing—if I’m not mistaken—three-way sex,” Viktor said.
Marissa visibly gulped. She looked helplessly at Morgan.
“I was teasing Ms. Cole.” Morgan shrugged. “And she blasted me for my dig at you yesterday regarding the ménage. I suggested you looked like a man who was into that stuff.”
Fucking Stan Morgan.
Viktor kept his mouth shut.
Morgan’s lips twitched.
Marissa waited patiently for him to say something. Probably a denial. But he couldn’t lie.
“Viktor?” his woman prompted.
“I’m fucking going to gut you, Morgan,” Viktor repeated his threat to the man yesterday.
“Oh, my God? You’re into that?” Marissa asked. “Two women, one man or two men, one woman?”
“Both,” Viktor said. “And I’m not into that. Just occasionally. If the woman wants to.” He cut a sharp glance at Marissa. “But don’t get any ideas because I’m not sharing you with any man or woman.”
“So the um, two men, one woman.” Marissa was beet red and her voice trailed off. “Do you and the other guy—”
Jesus. Fuck. Shit.
“No,” Viktor roared.

~ Viktor, Marissa, Stan Morgan”
― Victoria Paige, Smoke and Shadows

“She noticed that the man at the table next to her, in his sixties, was watching her. Clearly, he’d
caught the show.
“Well, he asked for my opinion,” she said defensively.
“I’m just wondering what you’re going to do to the next guy who walks in,” the older man said.
“They’re gonna start taking them out of here in body bags.”
Probably it was high time she left this coffee shop.”
― Julie James, It Happened One Wedding

“Jenna…" Luke nearly groaned. "You are so sweet…and I want you. I want so fucking much. I want to take you home and fuck you 'til you scream my name. I want to make you mine. Tonight. In your bed. Say yes, baby…please say yes…”
― Kemmie Michaels, Breaking Through

“A truck that’s not dirty is not a truck. It’s a pussy wagon.”
― Kristen Ashley, Deacon

“The old him wouldn’t have let Beatrice walk out of that room after firing those words. He would have hauled her over his shoulder, dumped her on the bed, and fucked her into submission. As Dmitry Yerzov? He’d probably shackle her to a bed and keep her on the brink of orgasm before he fucked her. In the ass.”
― Victoria Paige, Always Been Mine

“You’ve given me an in, babe. I’m not getting out. So you can scream and protest as much as you want. Tongue-fucking you and you sucking me off ain’t enough anymore. I’ve given you plenty of time to get used to being back with me.” “What are you saying?”  Gabe backed her against the center island and spun her around, bending her over the edge. Beatrice felt her heart pound against her breastbone in . . . anticipation? There was a twitch between her legs and her panties were already damp. Gabe’s crotch hit her ass—he was already hard.  “Gabe,” she hissed weakly in protest. “Shut up!” He growled in her ear as he bent over her. His hands shoved her skirt up. She got wetter. “That attitude is sexy, and it makes me hard as hell. But it’s only because I can’t wait to fuck it out of you.”
― Victoria Paige, Always Been Mine

“I don’t know what hurts more,” he said. “Worrying about you or knowing you don’t worry about me.”
― Lydia Michaels, Coming Home

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane