Chelsea Coley

“would never let anything happen to you. I would die for you. I would let my body be pumped with a hundred bullets before you got a single scratch. I would slice my own fucking throat to spare you any discomfort.” His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “You understand me?”
― Penelope Sky, The Carver

“hers was something else. I’d defeated my addictions years ago, but now I’d picked up a new one. She cupped my face and then dug her hand into my hair as she breathed into my mouth between kisses. She hooked her arms under my shoulder and clawed at my back with her sharp nails, panting and scratching, her sex gripping me and coating me in the desire she felt for me. “Bastien…I’m falling for you.” Her words didn’t halt my movements, didn’t interrupt the moment. Only when we were locked together in passion so hot it burned us like a pyre and sent our souls to the heavens did she show who she really was, show how she really felt about me. It was like a safe I had to crack over and over again, a code she changed every few hours. But when that door unlocked, it was worth all the effort—to take another piece of her treasure. “I already fell for you, sweetheart.”
― Penelope Sky, The Carver

“Boys impress girls with nice dinners. Men impress women by making them come.”
― Penelope Sky, The Carver

“Let me tell you who I am, sweetheart. I don’t believe in forgiveness or second chances. For those who think they can outsmart me and cross me, I cut them into slices of bacon and feed them to the dogs on the street. My ruthless temper precedes me, and my reputation is its own empire. But there are lines even I don’t cross. I would never hurt a woman or a child, for any reason whatsoever. And I would never hurt you, not just because you fall into that category, but because of how deeply I care for you.”
― Penelope Sky, The Carver