Midnight Captive Quotes

“You can talk to me, you know. I'd never give away your secrets."
"What's that saying about secrets?" she said lightly. "Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Bailey went quiet, her expression softening. "You're right," she finally said. "It wouldn't have been smart."
"Well, fuck me -- are you actually admitting that I was right about something?"
"It's like an eclipse," she muttered. "Happens every so often.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“No matter how angry she was at him, she didn’t want to see that cocky bastard eliminated from the face of the earth.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Are you going to put some clothes on?" she blurted out.
"No. Are you going to take yours off?"
"No."
"Right. Of course not.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“You know, you'd do a better job of convincing the men if you dipped your wick in a pussy or two."
Cillian's low voice made him tense. The man stood next to Sean's barstool, watching the sexual festivities in boredom.
"I have a girlfriend," he mumbled.
"I'm sure she won't mind."
Sean glanced at the naked women littering the room, picturing the look on Bailey's face if he admitted to "dipping his wick" in a prostie. "She'd rip my balls off," he said dryly.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Admitting I might have done something right. Admitting that you needed help.” His callused thumb traced the seam of her lips. “It doesn’t make you weak, Bailey, and it doesn’t mean you’re letting someone have power over you. It just means that you’re not a superhero.” He chuckled softly. “Even superheroes have partners, you know.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Evening, lads.” The redhead curled her fingers around the back of Sullivan’s neck and pulled his head in for a quick kiss. “Hey, baby, I missed you.” It took a few head-scratching seconds to realize that he was looking at Isabel Roma.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Sean’s face turned beet red. “No bloody way, Macgregor. Lay a hand on her and I’ll kill you.” His enraged gaze traveled to D. “Same goes for you, you psycho. You’re not touching her.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“God, you don't have a romantic bone in your body, Sean."
He flashed a cocky grin. "Maybe not, but there's definitely one in my pants.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Stop. Talking."
Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers.
"What would you have me do instead?"
"For starters? Put your mouth to better use.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Is he always like this?" she said irritably. "Flying by the seat of his pants?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Oliver grinned. "He's not a planner. But he happens to be the best improviser I've ever known.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“When I'm feeling this way, there're only two activities that calm me down." He shrugged. "Fighting's one of them."
"What's the other?" she asked, then cursed herself for opening her stupid mouth.
Because his green eyes were gleaming now, smoldering with sin. "What do you think, luv?"
Several seconds ticked by as their gazes held.
"It's fucking," he drawled. "Pure, hard-core fucking.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Sean slowly met her eyes. He knew damn well that now wasn’t the time to have this conversation, not when they were parked a hundred yards from the warehouse, but he couldn’t stop the confession. “I love you, you know.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“And that night meant nothing, Sean.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“I’m sorry for lying to you,” he said gruffly, “but I need you to know . . . that night meant something to me.” His chest went tight, achy. “I know I’m not Oliver—”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Mo thír, mo onóir, mo chuid fola.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“Well?" he prompted, toying with the elastic of her leggings. "What should we do with these pants, Bailey?"
One teasing stroke of his fingers over her belly, and a breath shuddered out of her lungs.
"Take them off," she choked out.”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive

“He kissed her like he owned her, and in that moment, he did. The kiss was rough and punishing, his tongue forcing her lips open and sweeping into her mouth with greedy precision. Electricity raced up Bailey's spine, red-hot and powerful, as powerful as the deep strokes of Sean's tongue and his tight grip on her waist.
"You want me," he muttered into her lips...”
― Elle Kennedy, Midnight Captive