Play Dirty Quotes

“No. No. You don’t get to talk. When you talk, chaos fucking follows and I forget who I am. You make me forget that I prefer being alone. You make me forget that nothing good comes from letting somebody in.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Your magical dick has shown me the error of my ways and healed my heart. Imagine that. Just like in the movies. It’s a holiday”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“If I could kill you, I would, but, somehow, you would manage to take a piece of me with you.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“I missed you.” The words rattled in Az’s head and in his heart. Could he even believe them? If he’d missed Az so much, why had he waited until he saw Az to contact him? Things might have been much different if Madigan had just picked up a phone instead of being a stubborn asshole. Now, he’d fucking ruined everything.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“They were lethal in private, tearing at each other until they finally came together…like snakes mating”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Left alone in the same room, the two of you would tear each other apart.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Sometimes the only way out is through’?”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Because I knew, even then I think, that I could love you, but I wasn’t sure I could ever break down your walls enough to get you to love me.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“It was far easier to dive into hell when you were the one leading than to follow someone in, which was essentially what Az was asking him to do.  Madigan didn’t like it one bit, but what choice did he have?”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“I could kill you, you know,” Az murmured as he teased the knife’s blade up to the spot where Madi’s shoulder met his neck. “Slit your throat. Puncture your kidney. Stab you through the heart.”
“If you want me dead, then do it and get it over with,” Madi growled.
Az pressed his erection to the dark furrow of Madi’s ass, letting him feel how hard he was. “If I could kill you, I would, but, somehow, you would manage to take a piece of me with you.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“You missed me? How can you even say that with a straight face? You said we were better apart. You said you thought I set you up. Now, here you are, telling me that, while I’ve been feeling like somebody scooped out a bit of my insides, you’ve been fucking vacationing.”
Madi’s expression softened into something that was much too close to pity for Az’s taste. “Az—” Madi tried again, but Az wasn’t having it.
It was like something had broken inside of him, and he just couldn’t stop speaking. “No. No. You don’t get to talk. When you talk, chaos fucking follows and I forget who I am. You make me forget that I prefer being alone. You make me forget that nothing good comes from letting somebody in.” Az wanted to punch him or stab him, wanted to do anything that would make Madi look on the outside the way Az felt on the inside. “You missed me,” he spat again. “Fuck you.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“I could make you beg,” Madi said casually, sliding his hand inside Az’s pants. He teased over the flared head and rubbed his thumb along Az’s slit, gathering the fluid there and working it just over the crown of Az’s cock until Az bucked desperately into his grip.
Az rested his head on Madi’s shoulder so he could speak directly into his ear. “Is that what you need, motek? My submission?” He couldn’t stop the words falling from his lips. Madi didn’t speak, but his hand constricted around Az’s throbbing hard-on. “Does the thought of my begging for your cock turn you on? Is that what you need to cease this ridiculous ground rule?” Madi’s other hand trailed upward, twisting Az’s nipple until he hissed at the pleasure-pain that sent shocks along his spine. “Is it not enough I let you fuck me when nobody else can or that I surrender my flesh to your blade? Do you need the words now, too? If I beg, will you fuck me right here? Hmm? What if I call your bluff?”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Tell me where you’re heading, at least?”

“Boston.”

Madigan curled his lip. “Enjoy. I have no desire to revisit any time soon. Their sewers are filthy.”

“That’s why most people stay out of them, I imagine.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Did you say you loved me, or was that just a fever dream?”

“We have plenty of time to talk about this later.”

“How long?” Az’s chest hitched at the thought of Madi not being there in the morning.

Madi was quiet for a long moment before replying. “Forever if you want it… If you want me for that long.”

“Longer,” Az swore. “Forever and long after.”

Madigan rubbed his thumb over Az’s lower lip gently. “Mujhy ap say mohabat hai,” he said, kissing a trail along Az’s face to his bandaged shoulder.

Az’s chest tightened and warmth radiated all the way to the smile that curved his lips. “I love you too, jaanum.”

“You are ridiculously romantic for a stone-cold killer.”

“It’s true,” Az said somberly, then tilted Madigan’s chin to brush another kiss over his lips. “Can this ridiculous man ask you for one small favor?”

“Anything.”

“Can I at least have a handjob? I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Madi snorted in surprise. “Yes, I suppose it’s the least I can do after shooting you.”

“The very least. But maybe you could whisper a sonnet in my ear so it’s a romantic handjob.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“For a split second, Az thought Madi might tell him to move so he could slide in behind him, but after a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the oval-shaped tub and sat, moving until he was flush against Az, leaning back tentatively, shoulders up around his ears.
Az chuckled. “At ease, motek. I simply want your company. I’m not waiting here with a weapon under the bubbles.” Madi relaxed visibly, resting his head against Az’s shoulder. “That’s better.”

Az let his hands roam along Madi’s chest and torso. It seemed the best way to appreciate Madi’s form: slick, soapy fingers playing at his nipples, slipping along the ridges of his abdomen, threading through the hair just beneath his navel, stopping just short of his cock before slowly traveling upward again. Madi gave a sigh that sounded almost content.

Az nuzzled behind his ear and along the curve of his throat, enjoying the salty tang of Madi’s skin on his lips. The longer Az caressed him, the more tranquil Madi seemed to grow, his chest rising and falling beneath Az’s hands. “Why didn’t you let me answer the question?” he finally asked.

“What?” Madi asked, voice husky.

“Earlier. Why didn’t you let me answer the question the therapist asked? What I admired about you? Did you think I’d have nothing to say?”

Madi hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe once it’s out there, there’s no taking it back.”

Az threaded wet fingers through Madi’s hair, murmuring, “And if I don’t want to take it back?”

Madi took a deep breath, shaking his head. “What is there for men like us? Just this. Fighting. Fucking. Killing. Mistrust. Misunderstandings.”

“Is that all this is to you?” Az asked, knowing in his heart that wasn’t how Madi truly saw them, even if it would make things easier for the both of them if he did.

Madi was quiet, but his hand caught Az’s wrist, sliding to tangle their fingers together. This gesture spoke the words it seemed Madi could not, causing a warmth to spread through Az that rivaled the bath water.

Az spoke before he could stop himself. “The first thing I admired about you was your beauty. You were a sight for sore eyes that night in the bar, and I was shocked you wanted me.” This time, it was Madi who turned his head, nosing under Az’s chin in a barely-there touch. “When I realized why you were there after a bit of shameless snooping, I dismantled your weapon, not because you were the competition, but because I realized after the night we spent together, the only way I’d ever see you again was if I did something to make you angry enough to want to get even.” Madi didn’t answer but squeezed Az’s hand. Az could feel the uptick in his breaths, which told him Madi was listening. “I admire your skill with a weapon, motek, your precision. The way you kill is art. Truly. But you fucked like you killed…from a safe distance, where nobody can harm you. I needed you closer to me. At the core of every stupid decision I’ve made, every backwards plan, it was always just that. I wanted you—the real you—as close as I could get you.”

“Why?” Madi asked, voice raw.

“Because I knew, even then I think, that I could love you, but I wasn’t sure I could ever break down your walls enough to get you to love me.”

“Yet here I am.”

Az raised their intertwined fingers to kiss Madi’s palm. “Yes, here you are.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“For a split second, Az thought Madi might tell him to move so he could slide in behind him, but after a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the oval-shaped tub and sat, moving until he was flush against Az, leaning back tentatively, shoulders up around his ears.
Az chuckled. “At ease, motek. I simply want your company. I’m not waiting here with a weapon under the bubbles.” Madi relaxed visibly, resting his head against Az’s shoulder. “That’s better.”

Az let his hands roam along Madi’s chest and torso. It seemed the best way to appreciate Madi’s form: slick, soapy fingers playing at his nipples, slipping along the ridges of his abdomen, threading through the hair just beneath his navel, stopping just short of his cock before slowly traveling upward again. Madi gave a sigh that sounded almost content.

Az nuzzled behind his ear and along the curve of his throat, enjoying the salty tang of Madi’s skin on his lips. The longer Az caressed him, the more tranquil Madi seemed to grow, his chest rising and falling beneath Az’s hands. “Why didn’t you let me answer the question?” he finally asked.

“What?” Madi asked, voice husky.

“Earlier. Why didn’t you let me answer the question the therapist asked? What I admired about you? Did you think I’d have nothing to say?”

Madi hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe once it’s out there, there’s no taking it back.”

Az threaded wet fingers through Madi’s hair, murmuring, “And if I don’t want to take it back?”

Madi took a deep breath, shaking his head. “What is there for men like us? Just this. Fighting. Fucking. Killing. Mistrust. Misunderstandings.”

“Is that all this is to you?” Az asked, knowing in his heart that wasn’t how Madi truly saw them, even if it would make things easier for the both of them if he did.

Madi was quiet, but his hand caught Az’s wrist, sliding to tangle their fingers together. This gesture spoke the words it seemed Madi could not, causing a warmth to spread through Az that rivaled the bath water.
Az spoke before he could stop himself. “The first thing I admired about you was your beauty. You were a sight for sore eyes that night in the bar, and I was shocked you wanted me.” This time, it was Madi who turned his head, nosing under Az’s chin in a barely-there touch. “When I realized why you were there after a bit of shameless snooping, I dismantled your weapon, not because you were the competition, but because I realized after the night we spent together, the only way I’d ever see you again was if I did something to make you angry enough to want to get even.” Madi didn’t answer but squeezed Az’s hand. Az could feel the uptick in his breaths, which told him Madi was listening. “I admire your skill with a weapon, motek, your precision. The way you kill is art. Truly. But you fucked like you killed…from a safe distance, where nobody can harm you. I needed you closer to me. At the core of every stupid decision I’ve made, every backwards plan, it was always just that. I wanted you—the real you—as close as I could get you.”

“Why?” Madi asked, voice raw.

“Because I knew, even then I think, that I could love you, but I wasn’t sure I could ever break down your walls enough to get you to love me.”

“Yet here I am.”

Az raised their intertwined fingers to kiss Madi’s palm. “Yes, here you are.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Neither of you are true psychopaths, by the way. Borderline, perhaps. But neither of you would be suffering were you pure in your psychopathy. Your relationship troubles stem from the fact that you’re both deeply enmeshed with each other and despise the idea of making yourself vulnerable to the other. Your profession reinforces and rewards mistrust, I suspect, and likely, you have both been either betrayed by someone close to you or witnessed repercussions of such a betrayal. Yet, the pull is strong enough that you can’t resist. You cycle through the same pattern over and over again: intimacy, betrayal, retreat. You treat it like an addiction to avoid the truth: that you’re in love with each other.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Akil is one of the most resourceful men I’ve ever met. His ‘business’ sense is keen. He’s calm and calculating. That trait often makes men cold, but not Akil; he’s as capable of passion as he is level-headed. He’s intelligent beyond what I suspect I can comprehend, and when I’m with him, the ground feels more solid beneath my feet.” Madigan pressed his lips together. Why the fuck had he said that last part? That was completely unnecessary. It’d just slipped out.

Warmth spread over his thigh, and he glanced down to find Azrael’s palm splayed there. Azrael gave it a light squeeze.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“I’ve been burning since I met you.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“But now, scarred and bloody, covered in algae and muck, knowing Madi was a monster like him, all Az wanted to do was tear his clothes off and mount him in the back seat. Or let him mount Az. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t feel like this was behind them until Madi was inside him again.

“You’re staring,” Madi barked.

Az shrugged. “You’re stunning.”

Madi opened his mouth and closed it again, and the knot in Az’s stomach loosened.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“God, the man could turn even a smile into a weapon.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Madi yanked Az’s head back hard enough for him to growl, capturing his mouth in a dirty kiss before saying, “I like the way you smell.”

It shouldn’t have been a compliment, but Az’s pulse fluttered just the same. It was the heart of it, Az supposed. Even covered in dirt or blood, underneath it all, their scents called to each other. Pheromones, perhaps? Az didn’t care what it was called. Regardless of whether or not they despised each other, their bodies didn’t. There would always be that underlying need to crawl inside each other, fuck and fight and feed off each other. It wasn’t love. Love was for romance novels and teen girls in fairy tales. What they had was something baser. Something raw and dirty.

Az thought it was better.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Az took advantage of Madi’s position, curling against him, his arm snaking around the man’s waist and pulling him back into him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Madigan whispered, sounding vaguely horrified.

Az frowned. “An ancient Pakistani death ritual,” he snarked before answering Madi’s question with the most obvious answer. “Sleeping, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Madigan snorted. “Snuggling me. You think I’m going to let you turn me into the little spoon? I am not a little spoon.”

Az smiled in the dark. Most often, when one of them spent the night, they kept to their own side of the bed, making it far easier for one of them to slink off, leaving the other none the wiser. But not this time. This time, Madigan would not be slinking off in the dead of night, Az would make certain of it. “You would prefer big spoon? I am not one to get hung up on things such as this. Big spoon, little spoon, teaspoon, soup spoon. It’s all the same to me. I didn’t think you’d be so toxically masculine, but I suppose it does not surprise me coming from a man who nearly let me fuck him with a knife handle.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Enjoy. I have no desire to revisit any time soon. Their sewers are filthy.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“Mujhy ap say mohabat hai,” he said, kissing a trail along Az’s face to his bandaged shoulder.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“You are so…whatever the male equivalent of pussywhipped is. Dick whipped?”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“This isn’t our first rodeo, Mr. Robot.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“She’s right. We would never harm a dog. It might work. Right?”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“They’d probably be in the midst of a shoot-out right now. Madigan could’ve lived with that. Or died, as it were. Jonah always wanted to go out quietly with a tap to the back of the head while he was unaware, but Madigan preferred a hail of bullets.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty

“The fuck are you doing in here, anyway?”  “Balancing my checkbook. It’s down a couple of zeroes, thanks to you.”
― Onley James, Play Dirty