Sold to the Gangster Quotes

“I am not a good man, Ava. Everything you’ve heard about me is true. But, fuck, one look at you and I want to be good for you. You will never have to be scared of me, understand, angel?”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“Arms up, angel,” Axel says, and it doesn’t even occur to me to argue. I raise my arms above my head, and he wastes no time in pulling my dress off. He throws it into the small bin beside the toilet, and all I can think is good riddance. Too late, I realize I have nothing but a thin pair of cotton underwear on, and now I’m nearly entirely exposed to him.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“I am not a good man, Ava. Everything you’ve heard about me is true. But, fuck, one look at you and I want to be good for you. You will never”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“You’re fucking gorgeous, angel,” Axel says, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Raise your hips for me. Let me get you clean.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“You don’t belong on the floor like a dog,” Axel growls, and I can’t help but laugh. “You’ve just met me. You don’t know me at all,” I manage to say through my disbelief. Axel shoves through the door of the office, and in the next second, we’re in another room. I catch sight of a huge bed with black sheets before he takes us to the attached bathroom. Black tiles greet my eyes, and a glance over my shoulder reveals a ginormous shower that is far more luxurious than any I’ve ever used.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“Pretty name for a pretty, precious thing,” he whispers, making me shiver.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“I will never hurt you,” he says, his voice rich and decadent like the best chocolate cake. “And I’ll kill anyone who does.” My gasp is audible. “Wh–what?” “What’s your name, angel?” he asks gently, his thumb stroking along my jawline.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster

“The girl stiffens at my raised voice, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel a surge of guilt. I thrive on people being afraid of me, and yet, the idea of scaring her makes me want to murder someone. I want to gather her up into my arms and make sure nobody ever causes her to feel afraid ever again.”
― Lena Little, Sold to the Gangster