Give In Quotes

“The only reason it’s not your ass on my lap is because you need to eat, and if I had your pretty pink pussy on my dick, I’d fuck you until we both forgot food existed. After today, though, when we eat, your ass is on my lap.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Everything stopped—my breath, my heart, my brain. The world.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Damien wrapped his arm around my waist to rest his hand on my belly as he dipped his head so only I could hear. “We’re going to christen the desk tonight after the party. I’m going to tie you on your side and fuck your tight, little ass until you’re filled with my come. I love you so damn much.” Filthy-sweet words from my filthy-sweet husband. Dave’s voice cut through the microphone. “After a campaign fought with dignity and honesty, it’s my pleasure to introduce our new Lieutenant Governor… Eden Caine.” “So damn proud of you. Go get ‘em, angel.” Damien spanked my ass hard enough to jolt me onto the stage.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Damien wrapped his arm around my waist to rest his hand on my belly as he dipped his head so only I could hear. “We’re going to christen the desk tonight after the party. I’m going to tie you on your side and fuck your tight, little ass until you’re filled with my come. I love you so damn much.” Filthy-sweet words from my filthy-sweet husband.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“How about a late lunch?” she whispered. I groaned as I dropped her onto the island, tugging her shorts and panties off before leaning in to enjoy my favorite meal.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“I’ve got papers to hand back and then you’re free to go,” he announced. A few more people asked questions that he answered. It wasn’t until something was set on my desk that I looked up. A wrinkled paper. I looked around to see most of the papers were crumbled in places, some even torn. He fucked me on these papers. No, actually, to be more specific… He fucked my ass on these papers. My eyes shot to where he sat at his desk. A wicked smirk curled his lips as he slowly reached under the desk. I couldn’t see to know for certain, but I’d bet money he was adjusting his hard-on. He’s insane. Dysfunctional. All sorts of wrong. And I love him.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Give in. Trust me to take care of you because I love you, Eden.” Everything stopped—my breath, my heart, my brain. The world. I slow blinked, sure I’d misheard. “You love me?” “So fucking much.” His hold tightened as he ordered, “Say you love me, too.” Frantically, I shook my head. “Say it.” “No.” “Why?” Close to hyperventilating, I admitted, “Because then you’ll have every part of me.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“I ran,” I whispered. “You got away from something toxic. That’s not running. That’s being strong enough to stand up for yourself because you know you deserve better.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Fucking finally,” Damien growled. I began to turn to face him, but he said, “Don’t move.” My heart raced. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just love the way your ass looks in those pants and standing down here gives me the perfect view to tide me over until we’re home.” I shook my head and rolled my eyes, but my insides got all melty.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Wait, you’re an early bird and night owl. What does that make you?” “A perpetually exhausted racoon.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Because beyond the anger and disgust had been fear. Real fear. And no one was allowed to scare my depraved angel but me. Which was why the bouncers had carried the bastard outside, but it’d been me who’d slammed him against the building. Me who’d bounced his head against the hard brick until he’d blubbered and begged. And me who’d dropped him to a heap on the hard pavement before kicking his kidney until he’d piss blood.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“He pulled away, and I braced for him to turn from Dr. Jekyll to Dickhole Hyde. Instead, his fingers tenderly combed through my hair before he gently cupped my cheeks. “I’m not saying I’m not an asshole, but what I did was for you. I don’t give a damn about the rules—I’d fuck you bent over the Dean’s desk if I could.” At his blunt words and the visual they conjured, I had to lock my knees to keep from literally swooning into him. My panties could fix a California drought.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“Despite the intensity of the previous ten minutes, a small laugh escaped me. His eyes closed, a flash of pain marring his handsome face as he whispered, “God, I love that sound.” He opened his eyes and stepped back. “Okay, go.” His lips tipped up as he added, “Please.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“I wanted to let you know that Eden Wilder just withdrew her request to drop your class.” Thank fuck. Keeping my expression bland, I nodded. “Good, I’d hoped she’d reconsider.” “Do you have any idea why she wanted to drop it in the first place?” Because I want to fuck her ‘til neither of us can move, so I’m an asshole to her.”
― Layla Frost, Give In

“It’d never occurred to me I’d be seen by Damien Caine. As in, Professor Caine. My Political Theory professor. I practically choked on my heart as it raced in my throat.”
― Layla Frost, Give In