My Favorite Kidnapper Quotes

“A real man likes having something to hold when he makes love to a woman. -Dante”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Art isn’t just paintings or sculptures. I can see the beauty of something in the most rudimentary of items. You simply have to look and learn to appreciate the subtle splendor of an object.” He paused. “Or a person.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“him. “Are you insane? Are you under medical supervision? No one pays that much for a cake!”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Brianna is in danger. He will exploit that to his advantage.” My breath caught. I already knew it. I had realized some truths in the car on the way over here. One was that I would do anything to protect the woman in my arms. The second was that I was totally and irrevocably in love with Brianna. When and how, I wasn’t sure. Maybe from the first instant. Somehow, I had known it but been unable to admit it. But it was real and permanent. I loved her. Every single thing about her. She brought something to my life I didn’t know I was missing. She completed me in ways I couldn’t even describe. She was perfect for me. The thought of being without her gutted me. But I had failed her. And staying here with me was putting her in danger. Which was why I had to let her go. Richard’s words confirmed it. I had to get her away from the world Winters existed in. It was the same one as me. She wasn’t safe, and short of keeping her a real prisoner, I had to send her away. I looked at Richard.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“He rushed forward, his fist drawn. There was another flurry, and Brianna stepped between us. “Stop!” “No!” I yelled, diving to move her. But it was too late. His fist swung out, glancing off my arm as I tried to pivot her, and caught her on the side of her face. The momentum tore her from my arms, and she staggered, collapsing to the floor. With a roar, I descended on him, red coloring my world as I pounded him over and over, my fists turning his skin bloody and bruised. It was a stern voice that stopped me cold. “Dante.” Richard’s tenor was loud. “Brianna is hurt. She needs you.” I stopped midswing, my brain kicking in. Richard put his hand on my shoulder. “I will make sure he is taken care of. Go to her.” I wiped my hands, looking down at the sniveling man on the floor. He was curled into a ball and had wet himself. I shook my head. “You come near her again, I will kill you.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Do you regret last night?” he asked, breaking the silence. “Not at all.” “You’re uncomfortable with me this morning. No lip, no smiles.” He sat straighter. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much? You’re so small, and I got carried away⁠—” I cut him off. “No. I’m fine.” I sighed. “I feel different this morning. Last night was…intense. I’m not sure what it meant or if I should act differently. If you want it again…” I trailed off at the shocked look on his face. He shifted closer, taking my hands. “Listen to me, Little Bee. Last night meant a great deal to me. I know it was your first time and you’re grappling with different emotions than I am, but trust me, I want you in my bed tonight. Tomorrow. As to how I want you to act, just be my little bee. Mouthy, funny, and sweet. I like it when you tell me off. Most people wouldn’t dare. I like everything about you, okay? So I just want you to be you.” I stared at him.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Ah. So you were crazy for desserts even then?” I kept a straight face. “They had ovens in the old days? Did those exist in prehistoric times?” He narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re funny?” “Yes.” “One day,” he threatened. “One day, I won’t let that pass.” I picked up the dishes and stacked them on the tray. “So you keep saying.” He caught me in the kitchen, pressing against me, his chest to my back. “As soon as you beg, I’ll show you, Little Bee. I’ll take you so good and so hard, you won’t remember your name. And every time you call me old man, I’ll fuck you again. Until you’re screaming my name. And I’ll keep going. I’ll fuck you until one of us passes out from exhaustion.” He bit down on my earlobe, brushing my nipples with his thumbs as he cupped my breasts. “And my stamina is strong, little girl.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“I’d like a swimsuit. I don’t know how to swim, but I’d like to use the pool.” It was my turn to gape. “Jesus. You don’t know how to swim?” I’d pulled her into the pool. It was the shallow end, but I hadn’t thought of the possibility she couldn’t swim. It must have scared her, but she never showed it. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pulled you in that way. I didn’t know.” She shrugged. “You were there, so I wasn’t scared. But maybe I could practice.” “I’ll teach you,” I offered again, pleased at her trust.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Roomba wandered out of the house and onto the stone patio, lying in the sun. She stretched out, rolling over, looking content. “Your cat likes it here. Admit it, you do too.” “I said it was pretty.” I reached the side of the pool. “You’re being petulant now. You’re hot. You need to cool down.” “And how⁠—” She was cut off as I grabbed her ankle and tugged. She fell into the pool with a muffled scream, coming up, her hair streaming around her. She wiped her face, planting her feet on the bottom of the pool, and glared. “Ah, there’s the fire I like,” I said. “Fudgsicle! You’re such a jerk. I could have drowned.” “I would have rescued you. Given you mouth-to-mouth. In fact, if you’re feeling faint…” I arched an eyebrow at her.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Why did you do this?” she cried. “What have I ever done to you?” I stood, approaching her. She backed up, hitting the wall. I stood in front of her, close enough I could feel the warmth of her body. Sense the rapid breaths she was taking. “You bewitched me. You and your delicious cakes. Your sultry voice. Your sassy mouth. I can’t get you out of my mind. I want you to bake for me. Sing for me. Dance with me. You will earn your freedom, one cake, one song, one dance at a time.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“Suddenly, he was looming over me, his hands resting on the arms of my chair, trapping me. “I want you. In my villa, baking me a cake every day. I want to watch you create your art. I want to smell the aroma of it. Taste it. I want to hear you sing as you bake. Then I want you in my bed, so I can taste you. Devour you. Get my fill. I need you to satisfy all my cravings.” My breathing picked up, and I had to swallow down my whimper. I shook my head. “I won’t sleep with you for money.” “No, you won’t. You’ll sleep with me because you want me as much as I want you. And I won’t touch you until you ask. But you will ask, Little Bee. You’ll give me what I want, including your body. Freely. I guarantee it.” “No,” I managed to push out between my tightly clenched lips. “It will happen.” “Leave. Now.” He straightened, tugging down his sleeves and smoothing back his hair. Then he moved so fast, I had no time to react. His mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding in, gliding and twisting, making me crazy instantly. I had no control over my own body. It bloomed like a rose under his touch, weeping for him, wanting him closer. Wanting his mouth harder, his tongue deeper. Then as quickly as he was on me, he was gone. Staring up at him, I touched my bruised lips. “It will happen, Little Bee. The hard way or the easy way, it will happen.” He pulled a card from his pocket. “My number. You have twenty-four hours to decide.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“You mentioned you have a lot of debt.” “I am aware.” “You owed just under $27,000.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “How did you know that?” “I made it my business to know.” “And what do you mean, owed? I still owe it.” “No. I paid it off.” She stared at me in shock, then recovered her voice. “What did you just say?” “I paid off all your debts. You now owe it to me.” I let her process that information. I cut off a bite of pie and chewed it, swallowing the sweet dessert. It was good, but not as good as Brianna’s cakes.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“I assume you have a function or some other pressing matter you need a cake for? That is your business proposition?” He waited until Gladys filled his cup, set down two large slices of pie in front of him and left. He tilted his head, studying me. “Partially, but my proposal is more, ah, personal.” His voice was lower than before. Raspier. It sounded intimate. His eyes became intense again, his gaze heated. I felt a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with him. “P-personal?” I asked. He nodded. I felt my eyes widen. “I am not selling you my virginity.” It was his turn to sputter. DANTE Those were the last words I expected her to say. I choked on my coffee, wiping at my mouth. “I beg your pardon.” “My virginity isn’t for sale.” I had to ignore the way my body reacted to her saying the word virginity. I wasn’t looking for a virgin. I wasn’t looking for anyone—until I saw her. But now, knowing she was a virgin, I wanted her even more. I cleared my throat. “I’m glad to hear that, but that is not what I want to discuss with you.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“I refused to admit it was because I was heading home alone instead of eating with Dante. I shut my eyes as I realized that even the thought of his name caused a shiver to run down my back. His voice startled me. “Do you not understand English, Little Bee? Or do you like to try to test my patience?” Again, that odd swell of relief flooded my chest. He was here. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. He was behind the wheel of the red SUV, his head tilted, a deep frown on his face. “I said I’d pick you up.” “I never agreed,” I responded and turned my back. I knew I was acting like my cat. If I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me either. But maybe he’d go away. I heard the sound of a door opening and measured footsteps. Then he was behind me. “I didn’t ask,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I gasped in outrage as he swung around and took the few steps needed to place me in the vehicle. He carried me in much the same fashion as I used to carry my dolls. Legs hanging, pressed tight to my chest, not giving them the chance to fall. I couldn’t move until he deposited me in the seat. “You-you high-handed, cupcake-stealing…motherplucker!” “Motherplucker? Oh, you wound me,” he said with a laugh, leaning over me and snapping my seat belt closed. Our faces were so close, he could have kissed me. His gaze dropped to my lips, and then he met my eyes again. The intensity of his stare was overwhelming. He ran a finger down my cheek then tapped the end of my nose. “Extraordinary,” he whispered. He stepped back, shutting the door and, with a smirk, engaging the locks.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper

“I'm bossy and direct. And rich enough to be able to be both.”
― Melanie Moreland, My Favorite Kidnapper