Bratva Quotes

“Both Bratva and thieves in law would like to call themselves nihilists and anarchists because they don’t support the established government, but they govern nonetheless, and you can’t be an anarchist unless you follow its rule. Crime and anarchy are no more synonymous than nihilism and existentialism, or fatalism and determinism; so many isms there was bound to be a schism.”
― Tanya Thompson, Red Russia

“She has the ability to keep me sane--she has the power to ruin me.
Oleg--Deadly”
― Suzanne Steele, Deadly

“No way would I ever marry a girl of his choice. Some naïve little Russian virgin who’d run crying to her (and worse my) father if I did anything in bed to her outside the missionary position. I couldn’t think of anything I’d enjoy less.”
― Anna Harding, Dark Atonement

“He wanted me, ME to marry the cherished sister of the unhinged boss of the Bratva. I didn’t want my boss knowing what I did in bed and I sure as fuck didn’t want Simon Nemov knowing what I did to his sister in bed.”
― Anna Harding, Dark Atonement

“She wasn’t a woman—she was a Goddess. And I’d bring down Heaven and Earth to make her mine.”
― Anna Harding, Forbidden Love

“Jesus yellow fucking penguins!”
― J.T. Geissinger

“It doesn’t matter if you start late.
It matters that you start.”
― Rina Kent, Throne of Vengeance

“Eloise I kill for a living. I kill for fun. I torture my enemies. I gut them. Then I come home to you and, fuck, I want to protect you. But the man you need protecting from most is your own husband.”
― Anna Harding, Dark Atonement

“She was giving a brilliant performance of terror. The realism was far more erotic than the usual giggling in a dark room with a whore in slutty lingerie. I appreciated her attention to detail and I appreciated her acting ability. This was going to be one hell of a fuck.”
― Anna Harding

“You look fucking beautiful,’ he said roughly. He loosened his tie with his other hand. ‘You like books and fantasy, don’t you?’
I nodded.
‘You like pretending? Ok. Well tonight you’re going to be allowed to do all the pretending you want.’ He unfastened his tie and, to my shock, tied it around my head, completely blotting out my vision.
‘Tonight,’ he said huskily, ‘I can be anyone you fucking need me to be.’ He lifted me up and carried me in his arms into the bedroom. ‘You want to imagine you’re being ravished on a pirate ship or seduced in some sultan’s palace, then do it. Close your eyes and believe whatever works for you.’
He laid me gently on the bed and slipped his hand between my legs. ‘Just feel, Lilia,’ he said. ‘No thinking, just feel…”
― Anna Harding, Cruel Punishment