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Taunt Me (Rough Love, #2) Taunt Me by Annabel Joseph
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“My cock ached, but this moment was more than sex, more than horniness.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“My dark, surrendered world was filled with his dominance, and a fine edge of pain.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“How many stars in your bowl? How many shadows in your soul?”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“W had never asked what I liked. He just grabbed and forced and took, and gave me soul-crushing orgasms.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“Yes, Sir.” I sounded weak, whimpery. I sounded every bit as scared as I felt. I still clutched at him, like he might relent. “Put your arms down, Chere. Stop trying to get away from me. You heard what I said.” Oh, yes, I’d heard. Until I’m done, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say. Later, I’d masturbate to those words. I’d picture his face as he said them, although he wasn’t letting me see him now.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“Dear religious, all-powerful entity, please help me be professional. Please help me resist sleeping with my sexual titan of a boss on this business trip. In the name of God or Krishna or Moses, or whoever can freaking help me. Amen.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“The worst thing was what I had started wanting from her by the end, what I still wanted from her with inappropriate intensity: her tears and misery, her trembling surrender, and my selfish perversity unhinging her soul.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“I’d rather have the want of you The rich, elusive taunt of you”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“I just can’t right now,” she said, staring down at her design book. “Price, I can’t. I’m sorry.” She bit her lip and went silent. I looked back at my blueprints. Someday I’d punish her for this. Someday I’d exact revenge for all my suffering and make her beg for my touch and my cock. She thought I had too much power to hurt her? She hadn’t seen anything yet.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me
“Let’s have a little honesty,” I said instead. “You want me every day. You want me every hour, just as I want you. You fantasize about my control, my commands, my gaze on your naked skin. You want me to hurt you. You want my cock inside you, fucking you until everything else falls away.” With every word, her gaze flickered a little. The front of prim professionalism would never hide the need inside her. “Just admit it,” I said quietly. “To me and to yourself.”
Annabel Joseph, Taunt Me