Kage Quotes

“Kage— the man I’d only hours ago claimed as my soulmate, the man I’d changed everything for, the man I felt like I would die without seeing for eleven days— was walking out of my life. And all I could do was lie there in my parents’ backyard, with my pants around my knees and my heart in my throat, and cry myself dry.”
― Maris Black, Kage

“Kage glanced back at him once, saw him move, and then strutted right over to the edge of the cage where I was sitting. As he passed by me, he tapped his fist against his chest once, right over his heart, then looked directly into my eyes just long enough to give me a secret wink that sent shivers down my spine.”
― Maris Black, Kage

“After the first fighter, who remained nameless and was referred to only as the challenger, entered the octagon, Kage appeared at the door. My breath caught in my chest when I saw him. That’s my guy, I thought. My lover. He stalked intimidatingly into the ring wearing nothing but a pair of red trunks, his hair pulled into that cute little queue atop his head. But that was where the cute ended. This Michael Kage looked alarmingly unlike the guy I was falling for.”
― Maris Black, Kage

“three-bedroom condo he and I shared with Trey. Braden had the master suite with his own bathroom, while Trey and I fought over the one in the hall. Not a bad deal, considering Braden’s dad owned the condo and only charged Trey and me a hundred dollars each, plus our share of the utilities, food and expenses. My parents would”
― Maris Black, Kage

“There better not be,” he growled. “Do you feel me? Feel how hard I am inside you? This is what you do to me.” Kage”
― Maris Black, Kage

“Then Aldo was standing beside me, pulling something from inside his jacket, and handing me a sealed envelope with my name scrawled across the front in a messy hand. Did Kage write this? After all we’d done, I still didn’t know what his handwriting looked like. I tore open the very end, careful not to damage the writing. Inside was a sheet of notebook paper with one sentence written on it. “That ass is mine.”   With”
― Maris Black, Kage

“I don’t give a fuck. I can touch his face if I want. Fuck the cameras. Fuck my uncle, fuck the public... Self-revulsion”
― Maris Black, Kage

“Fuck,” he growled and ripped the elastic band out of his hair and threw it on the gazebo floor. “I don’t know what I have to do for you. I gave you a job, flew you out to Vegas, gave you the best home I could, fed you, trained you, fucked you, fought for you… and still you won’t have me.” His”
― Maris Black, Kage

“He climbed onto the bottom of my bed and crawled up toward me, sending my heartbeat skittering out of control. Then he climbed roughly on top of me and covered my face with his chest. “Does that smell right? Huh? Do I smell like myself?” Knowing from our sparring that I couldn’t handle being tickled on my sides, Kage went straight in for the kill. He tickled like he fought… one hundred percent invested. “I”
― Maris Black, Kage

“This is just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you. More in fact, because you got the call first. I’m finding out from you. How the heck did they get my name?” “I was told you had been recruited at the MMA event you attended several weeks ago. You must have talked to someone or done something, Jamie. They requested you specifically.” My head was spinning. Immediately, my memory was assaulted by the image of Michael Kage winking at me as he took off behind his goons to catch a plane. Catch you on the flip side. And I’d bet money that plane was headed to Las Vegas. “Wow.”
― Maris Black, Kage

“In other words, this Kage guy must have been made of 100% testosterone, because he had succeeded in making me blush like a schoolgirl. “Oh,”
― Maris Black, Kage

“I froze when I caught sight of a young fighter standing in the center of a group of people. Two men in suits hovered close to him, flanking him like guardians, effectively and wordlessly establishing themselves as part of his entourage. A couple of women with press passes and cameras slung around their necks gazed at the fighter with a kind of rapture as he talked, and I couldn’t blame them. The”
― Maris Black, Kage

“Dentro di me stava crescendo un’inaspettata tenerezza nei confronti del misterioso lottatore, che diventava più forte con il passare dei giorni, grazie a tutte le cose sorprendenti che faceva. Scoprii di desiderare che diventassimo amici, ma nonostante tutto il tempo che trascorrevamo insieme, avevo come la netta impressione che, in realtà, non ci stessimo avvicinando per niente. Kage mi permetteva solo di stargli accanto, sospeso come un minuscolo satellite attorno alla sua aura luminosa.”
― Maris Black, Kage