Quid Pro Quo Quotes

“Hate me, then,” he breathed. “Break yourself into a thousand pieces and deny me each and every one of them. Because I am never letting you go.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Nobody had ever looked at her like that—as if she were filled with such lethal sweetness that craving could be synonymous with ruin.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Let me tell you what I want. You, screaming my name, telling me how much you love being Daddy's slutty little girl while you beg me to go harder.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“If you don't cut it out, I'm pulling this car over and everyone in the parking lot at Sizzler's is going to know my name.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“How was the sex?” he asked casually.

“Excuse me?”

“How was it,” said Nicholas, emphasizing each syllable, “when he fucked you? I'm assuming it was a he. Tell me all about it. I want to know.”

Jay set her fork down with a ping. “It was fine.”

“Dinner is fine. Cable television is fine. I'm asking if, when he was pounding into you at night with his college boy cock, were you screaming the walls down, or were you just lying there calculating last night's tips?”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Did she remember how he liked to fuck? Maybe that's what made her run. He smiled grimly, running a hand along his unshaven jaw. Foolish girl. She knew he loved the chase.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“There was no pleasure in possessing something of value if it came in shattered fragments”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“When her mouth touched his, it was like a blade glancing off metal—it made something dull and dark inside him briefly light up with violence before the emptiness came flooding in like a black lake.

It never once occurred to him that the reason messing around always left him feeling so angry and unsatisfied was because he was craving something else.”
― Nenia Campbell Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Break yourself into a thousand pieces and deny me each and every one of them. Because I am never letting you go.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“No—”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Jay had forgotten how good it could feel to be consumed—so good that you didn't feel the pain of it until you were already long gone.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Jay was neither a small woman, nor a passive one, which suited Nick just fine because he had no use for either. No, underneath all that cool reserve of hers was something hot and bright that he wanted all to himself, something that infused her moral correctitude with a warmth that belied her restraint.

He looked up to find her watching him and very deliberately pressed his mouth to the back of her hand before allowing her to free it. That was the price. Control—or the absence of it.

He was going to make her lose it all.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“He was going to destroy her. He nearly had before, but his vanity and his egocentrism had rendered him too myopic to truly see into the heart of her and do the damage that he'd craved. This time, she would not escape unscathed; he was going to make her suffer and do it so well that she might even grow to crave it—until it sent her plummeting. Until it left her broken and bleeding.

Until he ripped her heart out.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Finally, he'd been forced to rip her hands from his shoulders and pin them to the sheets as he finished, and she'd fought him enough that he'd had to work a little to keep her pinned. When he came, Nick felt so dizzy with lust that it was like his head had been packed with cotton. She's all mine, he thought, as he thrust into her a final time, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the floral scent of her hair. She doesn't need to love me to give me what I want.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“She doesn't need to love me to give me what I want.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“with only a few silvery strands threading through her dark corkscrew curls like pieces of tinsel, and a keen intelligence in her luminous eyes.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo

“Let me tell you, managing a bunch of high-maintenance white women who freak out every time their European hair dryer blows out an outlet isn't exactly a picnic.”
― Nenia Campbell, Quid Pro Quo