Capture Me Quotes

“Why do you want to talk to me?” I ask, stalling for time. It’s a reasonable question. Any woman in this situation would be wary, not just one who has something to hide. “What do you want?”
“You.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“I wanted to be so deep inside I’d never come out, to take her so hard I’d leave my imprint on her flesh.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“Whoever said hell is hot was wrong. Hell is cold.
Russian-winter cold.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“It’s hunger, thirst, and longing—longing for the life I lost when my parents’ car slid on black ice, for the brother I only saw in pictures, and for the man I’d known just one day.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“I know that he feels it too, this pull, this visceral connection between us. He may have all the power, but in this moment, he’s as vulnerable as I am, caught in the grip of the same madness.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“Mine. She’s mine.
The words are a primal drumbeat in my mind. I’ve never felt so possessive about a woman, have never wanted to claim one so badly. The desire is purely visceral, a need that’s as dark and ancient as the urge to kill. I’ve already had her that one night in Moscow, but it’s not enough.
It’s nowhere near enough.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“She’s mine—her body’s mine to do with what I will. I don’t have to give her a choice. She’s my prisoner, my spoils of war, and I’ve been more than patient with her.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“In my dream, he’s mine and I’m his—and there’s nothing keeping us apart.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“I’m the other woman—the one he may want, but will never love.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“I don’t understand how one young woman can tie me into knots like this. One minute I want to take care of her, get her strong and healthy, and the next I’m torn between fucking her and killing her on the spot.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“Everything inside me screams that she’s mine—mine to fuck, mine to punish in any way I choose.
Nobody else will lay hands on her ever again.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“All I can do is sit and grieve for something I never had—and now would never know.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“If Yulia Tzakova ever crosses my path again, she will pay.
She will pay for everything.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“It’s like the fates are conspiring to keep me in Moscow. It’s not enough that Russia has winters brutal enough to decimate its enemies’ armies; now it has spy-detaining traffic, too.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“Beside me Esguerra is silent, his hands gripping the edge of his seat as the ground rushes toward us, the small objects below looming ever larger. I can make out the trees—we’re over a forest now—and then I see individual branches, stripped of leaves and covered with snow.
We’re close now, so close, and I make one last attempt to guide the plane, directing it to a cluster of smaller trees and bushes a hundred yards away.
And then we’re there, crashing through the trees with bone-shattering force.
Strangely, my last thought is of her.
The Russian girl I’ll never see again.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“I had to restrain myself because somehow, impossibly, I wanted more.
I still want more.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“You’re very direct, aren’t you?” she whispered, staring up at me, and I told her I didn’t have time for games. It was true—if only because the lust I felt was more intense, more violent than anything I’d known before. At that moment, I would’ve done anything to have her, crossed any line... committed any crime.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“As soon as I lie down next to him, he pulls me against him, curving his body around me from the back and covering us both with a blanket. I let out a sigh of enjoyment as his warmth surrounds me. The man is like a furnace, generating so much heat that I instantly feel toasty, the ever-present chill inside my apartment forgotten.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“With this man, I’m not in control, and that knowledge scares me.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me

“My legs are unsteady as I stand up, my inner thighs aching from being stretched wide. After fucking me from behind, he turned me over and grabbed my ankles, holding my legs open as he drove into me, thrusting so deeply that I begged him to stop. He didn’t, of course. He just shifted his hips, changing the angle of his strokes to hit that sensitive spot within me, and I forgot all about the pain, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his hard possession.”
― Anna Zaires, Capture Me