Beneath This Ink Quotes

“When she’d stepped back into my life, I’d seized the moment. I’d carpe’d the fucking diem.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Her knee shot up and caught me unaware. I stumbled back a step, grunting, and bent over as the sick feeling in my gut twisted. “Fuck, woman. Did you have to crush my balls?” She must have lowered her head because I could feel her breath on my ear when she spoke. “One, don’t ever talk to me like that again. I’m a fucking lady.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“You humble me. And that’s just one more reason I fucking love you.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“He nipped at my ear. “Brace yourself on the wall. It’s gonna get a little rowdy in here.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“If you're waiting for my answer: I ain't done with you. I'll never be done with you. If you'd hated me for what I'd done, I would've found a way to change your mind. Because you're mine, and I'm yours-and I'm never letting you go."
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"It's a good thing you're not done with me, because it would've been really awkward when I handcuffed myself to your bed and told you I wasn't going anywhere.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“You hated me.”
“I never hated you. Just didn’t want to want you so damn bad. And now I don’t care - because you’re mine.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“I expected a progress report.”

“And I expected to leave the banquet without being blackmailed. Guess we both have to live with disappointment.”

“I like your style, Frost.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Baby you scared the hell out of me tonight .I could've lost you. Right now is not a good time to ask me to let you out of my sight. I can't do it. I need you next to me so I know you're safe.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“I opened my mouth to protest and shut it when a stinging slap landed on the side of my left butt cheek. “Hey!” “Told you it was gonna get a little rowdy,”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Hold on to me princess. I need to know you're with me.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“I pulled open the door, and the orangey-peach colored dress she was wearing cast my dark mood into the gutter. She reminded me of a Flintstone’s push-pop I’d had as a kid, and I wanted to lick her from neck to knees.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“So if you’re waiting for my answer: I ain’t done with you. I’ll never be done with you. If you’d hated me for what I’d done, I would’ve found a way to change your mind. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours—and I’m never letting you go.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Sweetheart, if I can’t get you in my bed in three weeks, I don’t deserve to call myself a man. And when I get you there, it won’t have jack shit to do with that deed.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“We all see what we want to see. And we expect our assumptions to play out accurately in real life.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“You could tell me you didn’t take the deed and run.”

“I don’t think I need to. I’m pretty sure you can march your ass back up to your apartment and figure that out for yourself. Because if there was a deed to be had, it’s still there.” I got into my car and slammed the door, not waiting for his response.

Before I could buckle my seatbelt, Con ripped the door open again and invaded the cabin. “Oh, no you don’t, princess. Changed my mind. You don’t get to leave.” He snatched the keys from the ignition and shoved them in his pocket before lifting me out of my seat and tossing me over his shoulder.

“Put me down. I’m leaving!”

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m good and ready to let you go. I already made that mistake before. Took me two fucking years to recover from it. Not doing it again.”

“You’re insane!”

“And you’re the one making me fucking crazy, so get over it.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“I closed my mouth over the head of his cock and played with the piercing before taking him deeper. His girth stretched the limits of my lips, and even with my hand holding the base, there was no way I’d be able to take the rest of him.

Con was…a big man. A really, really big man. Like the largest penis I’d ever seen in person or on internet porn. Not that a lady would ever admit to looking at such things. It wasn’t my fault that Elle had instituted a ‘dick of the day’ texting ritual.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Please. Don’t stop. I just want to—”

“You want to come?”

I nodded helplessly.

“Don’t worry, babe. I got you.” On his knees, Con stared down at me. “I want to taste you first.”

I blinked as his words crystallized in my brain. “Wh—”

“You going to let me get you off my way? Or are you going to make me leave you wanting more?”

My mouth dropped open. “You would seriously—”

Con’s grin was wicked, and at that moment, I wanted to slap it right off his face, the arrogant son of a bitch.

“You want to try me? Or do you want to come?” He raised an eyebrow, and his hand trailed up my thigh, teasing me with the promise of an orgasm.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Jesus. You could have been recognized. Didn’t you even think about that?”

Con’s pacing continued as I debated how to answer his question.

I went with the truth.

“I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t really thinking.”

He spun and faced me. “That’s your answer? You weren’t thinking? You’re always fucking thinking.”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink

“Too many years of being the chubby girl with the pretty face and a mother who just wanted me to be thin like the other kids”
― Meghan March, Beneath This Ink