Wrath Quotes

“Gripping her hips, I fuck her. Hard. It isn’t pretty. It’s fast and brutal. It isn’t making love. It’s fucking at its finest; raw and beautiful and fucking powerful, for us both. She submits to me willingly, simply, almost desperately, and I take her, body and mind, making them both mine. I brand them with my own fucked up version of love. Because I don’t love like most. I love darkly, cruelly, and brutally, or not at all.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“She’s close to me, and I make a point of taking a deep breath as she gets even closer. “Well, don’t you smell fucking delicious, officer,” I say into her ear. Her hands still momentarily before continuing. “I’d love to have you across my knee,” I say as she finally unlocks the cuffs and stands back up, her cheeks burning bright red. “I will taser you,” she says through clenched teeth. “In the balls.” The comment makes me bark out a laugh. “Promises, promises.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“She’s still out cold, but her breathing is even, so I figure all the adrenaline and alcohol finally hit her. She’ll be fine. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t solve, though she might be walking like she’s been fucked raw for a couple days. I make sure to leave her a glass of water and some aspirin on the nightstand, just in case. I might be a bastard and heading out before she wakes, but I’m not a total animal.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“Rich or poor, alcohol fucks us all up the same.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“Will I see you again?” I ask as she stands. She smiles softly and nods. “Every time you close your eyes, I’ll be there, Sam.” “Then I’ll be a blind man so I can see you all the time,” I reply.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“That’s your sister?” Sloth asks in disbelief. “Fuck me, there’d be a whole Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker thing going on if I were her brother.” He chuckles, and I snarl at him.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“Another one ruined for the rest of mankind,” he mutters, and I raise an eyebrow at him in question. “They’re never the same once you’ve had them.” He turns and leaves the room, and I crack a smile as I button my shirt back up.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath

“Daniel drags a hand down his face and laughs. “Fuck me, we thought you were fucking killing her,” he says with a dark chuckle. I grin and look up at Connie, still hanging from the punching bag hook, her head to one side and her eyes closed, her pleasure sliding down her inner thighs. “Fuck, did you kill her?” he asks seriously as he comes farther into the room.”
― Claire C. Riley, Wrath