Shades of Red Quotes

“Do you want to come on my tongue?”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Are you ready to come, Aurélie?”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Shut the fuck up and smother me with this sweet cunt, chérie.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“That’s it chérie, give it to me.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Like cherries ripened in the sun until they’re almost bursting.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“You’re doing so well, golden girl.”
And I swear to God, she fucking purrs in response.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Fuck, you pink up pretty.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“She’s perfect—the perfect blank canvas. All she needs is some color.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice husky and rough as I stare down at her.
“Waiting,” she answers, her teeth digging into her lip as she stares right back at me.
“Waiting for what?” I ask, confusion setting in.
“For you to make good on your threat.”
Holy mother of God. There’s no way. Girls like this don’t exist outside of porn. And heaven. In spite of my singular tastes, I’ve never actually done this to someone before. And no one has ever fucking volunteered.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“She looks ripe for ravaging. And judging from the heat in her bright blue eyes, she just might be.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“What do you think you were doing, Aurélie? Were you being a good girl and listening to what I told you?” I lean down and let my lips brush her ear. “Or were you being a bad girl?” I whisper.
She moans. Moans.
And dammit if I’m not tempted to fuck her right here in the alley like a cheap whore I picked up off a street corner.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Would you like me to take that literally, my foul-mouthed little French girl?”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Fucking pout, and I’ll give you something to pout about, Aurélie.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, like she can’t help tempting me.
“You see that pretty red dress you’re wearing?”
“What about my dress?” she asks, disrupting me from my fantasies.
“Keep testing me, and I’ll take you into the back of one of these alleys, push you against the hard stone wall, lift up your dress, and spank you until your ass matches that pretty shade of red.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I hope you choke to death on your own tongue.”
“But it would be so much more fun to choke you with my tongue, golden girl.”
She gasps in outrage, and I don’t even feel bad.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“My golden girl is learning how to give in.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Fuck, if only she knew how much I’d love to violate her, to take everything she has to give and make her beg for more.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I’m stumbling through my words and sound like a complete idiot. I want to drown myself in La Seine at the moment.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Goldie?” I counter.
“That sounds like the name of a dog,” she pouts, an adorable furrow between her brows.
“Well, you are a bitc—”
“Do not even finish that,” she snaps.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“The little brat needs a fucking spanking more than anything.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Mon Dieu, I love to see a girl in red. The shade of the dress is an exact match for the cherry color on her lips.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I’m making a mental list of all the things she does to drive me crazy. It’s getting lengthy.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I groan in frustration. I’m ready to use her soft skin for carving practice, and it’s only eight in the morning.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Somehow I know she’d be the sweetest little addiction I’d ever take a hit of. And that is the reason I’ll never get close enough to try.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“It’s been a week since Aurélie had to save me with the pâte feuilletée. She has yet to let the matter drop, and I’m about ready to strangle her.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“She intentionally steps on my toes in her red pointed heels while crossing my side of the kitchen, and mon Dieu, I think she’s already stolen my heart.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“And fuck me, that little habit of hers will be the death of my sanity. I want to be the one tearing into her skin, maybe even breaking it so I can see her bleed just a little. I bet it would be the prettiest shade of red.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“Clearly she thinks I’m beneath her. I’m tempted to show her exactly what it feels like for me to be beneath her.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I’m pretty uncoordinated,” she adds.
“That must be a terrible detriment in the kitchen.” My full lips curl into a devious smile. “Should I hide the knives? Wouldn’t want someone to lose a finger.”
She looks up at me like a kitten who longs to have the claws of a lion. “It would probably be advisable if you want to keep all your fingers,” she bites back.
“You wouldn’t threaten so lightly if you knew what I could do with these fingers.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’ve been told I can be a little tart.”
“Is that the French way of saying you’re a bitch?”
“Is this how you usually accept an apology?” she asks, frustration creeping into her tone.
“I wouldn’t know. I’m not typically on the receiving end of them.”
― Willow Prescott, Shades of Red