Hideaway Quotes

“He was devastatingly, breathtakingly beautiful—like an avenging angel, all darkness and light, cruelty and tenderness, destruction and salvation. A single look from him could shatter her as much as it could bring her heavenly bliss, and she would happily take ruin or rapture at his hand.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Do you want more, Miss Caine?”
Did she want more of what Cade had to offer? More of his dominance, his need to control, his desire to retaliate in the most terrible and delicious ways when he wasn’t obeyed? As much as she hated to admit it, she felt a burgeoning addiction to the darkness Cade had brought into her life. Now that she had a taste, she wasn’t sure if she could ever live without it.
Cade could spank her, fuck her, destroy her—in whatever order he preferred—and she would always beg for more. Kara wanted more than more. She wanted everything. “Always, sir.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Kara belonged to him, and he had no intention of ever letting her or anyone else forget it.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“And fuck if it didn’t make him harder to see his dick christened with her cum. He fucking ached at seeing how much she wanted his twisted pleasure, how she needed it like he did.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Cade inhaled sharply at the sight of her, absolutely throbbing to be so deep inside her that she couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“The desire in his eyes spoke to her body in such an effortless way that words could never communicate. She longed to obey him, please him, cry for him, scream for him. In that moment, she was his. Completely.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“She fit against him perfectly, filling all the empty spaces as though they were two jagged halves of the same whole finally pieced together. One thing was certain, he’d never allow her to fucking escape him again.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“You have exceeded my every expectation, love. You are so much more than the meek little librarian I watched from the windows at the university.”
“The fact that you think that’s a normal statement proves I’ve fallen for an absolute lunatic. I’ll add stalking to your lengthy list of offenses.”
“You’ve fallen for me, have you?” Cade asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glossed over the rest of her insults and focused on that one, weighty word.
“Yes, fallen, as in I’ve leapt from the edge of reason and plummeted into the chasm of whatever blissful insanity this is.”
“What lovely evasion, my dear,” Cade teased playfully as he bent to steal another kiss from her lips. “To think, all of this happened because you wouldn’t hand over a fucking book. As much as it generally vexes me, perhaps I should be thanking you for your stubbornness. I couldn’t bend you to my will if I tried. And, as we both are intimately aware, I have tried. Endlessly.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“You’re mine, Caden Ashford.”
Cade groaned into her mouth, the sound guttural and primal. “Fuck me,” Cade growled.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Cade gripped her ass with both hands, possessively digging his nails into the broken skin as he fucked her harder than he had ever fucked in his life, as though he were trying to fuck her very soul from her body.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Show me who fucking owns you.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Come for me, Kara. Fucking scream my name while you shatter on my cock and soak me with your cum.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“He was incinerating her and creating her anew with every thrust of his body.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“The demon inside needed to hear her say she belonged to him.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Dragging her lips to his as he devoured and ravaged, his teeth drawing blood and his tongue lapping it away as though it were the most intoxicating thing he had ever tasted. Because it fucking was.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“You are mine. Do you fucking hear me? Every scream, every tear, every breath,” Cade squeezed his fingers around Kara’s throat until he stifled the very air in her lungs, “every fucking heartbeat is mine. Do you understand?”
“I’m yours, Cade. I’m all yours. Take everything. Everything that I am belongs to you.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Caden Ashford, exploited at the hands of a woman? My, what a novel experience that must be for a man who gets off on dominating the weaker sex.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“She was breathtaking, perhaps more so than ever before, as she slowly shattered into lovely, fractured pieces in front of him.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Even if one night of catharsis was all Kara ever needed or wanted, Cade would cherish Kara’s submission as the precious gift it was.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“I would like you to address me as sir from this moment forward.”
Kara giggled at the ridiculous suggestion, earning her a withering glare from the imperious man before her. “You can’t be serious,” Kara demanded, her expression horrified.
“I bloody well am serious.”
“That’s absurd! I’m not going to call you sir,” Kara argued.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“If she’d had any idea that she was fucking some kind of sadist, she wouldn’t have made the request so lightly.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Besides, we’ve yet to rule out the murder bit. Perhaps I merely like to play with my victims first,” Cade whispered ominously in her ear. His mockery was met with a hard jab in the ribs as Kara punched him with all her might. “Ow!” he exclaimed in surprise, rubbing at the tender spot where her fist made contact. It was probably the first time he had received a bruise in the Hideaway rather than delivered it. The thought amused him; she clearly had no idea who she was playing with.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“A little hardcore sex looked harmless when compared to fucking murder.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“So...you do have a sex dungeon.”
Fucking fantastic.
“I do have a sex dungeon,” Cade answered, his expression amused. “Although, I prefer to call it the Hideaway.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“And the huge chandelier was not the most conspicuous item in the room, which was saying a lot.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Had she really succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome so completely that she was willing to follow a man she truly knew very little about into a hidden chasm, tucked away from the rest of the world with no visible escape?”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“What’s wrong, Ashford? Scared to hit a girl? Lost the taste for it since the last time you hit me with your belt?”
“Careful, love,” Cade growled, seething with anger at her dangerous attempts to rile his darkness. “You’re taunting a monster, and I don’t think you’ll like it when he unsheathes his claws and comes out to play.”
“Fucking try me.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“Fuck, Kara, I would carve my own heart out of my chest and lay the bloody, beating thing at your feet if it would offer even the slightest atonement for what you have endured because of me.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“She was ardently, irrevocably intoxicated by every facet of Cade’s composition. Unbidden, her heart had dared to falter for the bastard. And he was going to fucking break it.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway

“He went through all the motions of safeguarding her safety, of keeping her monitored and within his vicinity, but he hadn’t actually engaged with her in any meaningful way since Jace had kidnapped her. In fact, he avoided her like the goddamn bubonic plague. And Kara was fucking sick of it. She was over Cade acting as though she didn’t exist.”
― Willow Prescott, Hideaway