Dangerous Temptation Quotes

“Why was it that someone could act in a million horrible ways, but a small collection of good moments could make them seem redeemable?”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Monsters aren’t so monstrous when you understand where they came from.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“What if peace was my mother tongue, but violence was my second language? I’d be safer, surer certainly than I’d ever felt before.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“The sincerity of children is a good reminder to adults to be more honest.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“She would be even easier to manipulate than Aida. Despite her youth and naiveté though, there was no doubt Bianca was strong-willed and smart. Aida bragged constantly about her daughter’s good grades, but it went beyond that. Bianca had gumption, something most women lacked when they were faced with my scarred face and cold demeanor. She wouldn’t be as easy to manipulate as her mother, but something dark and hungry in my gut was excited about that.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“You like being hunted, little thing?” he hummed. “You like knowing you bring out the animal in me? That I get hard as steel imagining ripping a hole in these tight little shorts big enough for my cock to slot through straight into your wet cunt? I wouldn’t even have to prep you. You’re probably soaking wet for me already.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“You keep breaking my rules, little thing, and I’ll just keep coming up with inventive punishments.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Have you ever been spanked before, little thing? The ache of it will remind you for long after I stop that you are mine, and as such, you obey me in all things.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I’m here, little thing,” he grunted against my pulse, flicking it with his tongue, then scraping it with his teeth. “Come all over my dick and show me how pretty you are when you break apart for me.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“After this,” he growled in a ravaged voice I hardly recognized. “You’re mine. When you turn eighteen, when you go off to college, when you think you’ll be rid of me, you won’t. I’ll always own this pretty little cunt and the tears I’ve made you cry. There’s no going back from this, little thing.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I’m the kind of man that finds pleasure in pain. I’m the kind of man who makes a woman scream and cry because she doesn’t know how to take the intensity of the things I do to her body. I’m the kind of man that would make a woman crawl and beg for me before I deigned to put her out of her misery by setting her on my dick.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I’m not yours now.” She gasped when I turned my hand over in her hold, the skin stitched back together and stinging, to grip her wrist tightly. “You live under my roof, you sleep in one of my beds, I pay for your very existence. You are mine, Bianca, and the only man with the right to hurt you is me.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I’m not jealous. Legally you are mine, and I protect what is mine at all costs. You don’t want me to have to remind some teenage boy that your body isn’t theirs to do with as they please.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I’d have you in silk,” he murmured, low and intimate just for me to hear as the others talked elsewhere in the room. “The same texture as your skin. I’d have you in sapphires the color of your eyes and cashmere as soft as your hair.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“If I order you to your knees, Bianca? You get on your knees, and you do it with a gracious smile.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“He turned me inside out with rage and upside down with deviant curiosity. It was a dangerous cocktail of temptation and revulsion.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“so this is what it’s like to lose control. This is what those poets and artists paint with words and oils. Madness brought on by the acute ache of longing.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Are you a vampire?”
Tiernan blinked, then tried to bite off a hard, choking laugh that exploded from his lips. He seemed as surprised as I was by the show of humor.
“No, I am not a vampire.”
Brando continued to look at him askance. “Prove it.”
Laughter rumbled through his tone, but he managed to keep a straight face. “How does one prove they aren’t a vampire?”
My little brother considered this seriously for a moment, then looked at me. “Do you have any garlic, Anca? Or maybe a cross?”
I rolled my lips under my teeth to keep from laughing. “No, Brandy Boy.”
“Dang,” he muttered, rubbing his chin.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“was hungry for that contrast, to take that pretty painted mouth and smear her lipstick across her cheeks with the head of my cock, to watch that mascara drip off her lashes as I forced myself into her throat. I wanted to mark her all over as mine, dirty her up with the blackness of my soul and see how far I could drag her into hell with me.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“A body against mine like a weapon, inside me like an invasion. I wanted to be filled up and used because he couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t be a gentleman.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Good luck, little thing, make Daddy proud.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“And I thought, so this is what it’s like to lose control. This is what those poets and artists paint with words and oils. Madness brought on by the acute ache of longing.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“What if peace was my mother tongue, but violence was my second language?”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Age was a number tied to the passing of time, not the maturation of the human heart. And Bianca had taken enough knocks to be considered an old soul. She was fair game.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I was seventeen, nine months away from freedom, but years ahead of my peers in maturity”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“Age was a number tied to the passing of time, not the maturation of the human heart.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“wanted to mark her all over as mine, dirty her up with the blackness of my soul and see how far I could drag her into hell with me.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“travels, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d done something right no matter how wrong I told myself it needed to be. It felt…if not preordained, then something like holy. Something that felt right in the echoing, empty spaces of my soul. Something that whispered softly, yes. Even quieter, mine.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“so this is what it’s like to lose control. This is what those poets and artists paint with words and oils. Madness brought on by the acute ache of longing. I could feel her invading me, filling the hollow cavities of my insides with blue the same color as those pretty eyes, with light cast out like a beam from her smile.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation

“I could still remember the sharp scent of varnish and turpentine in my nose, the careful, steady hands of the man bent over a Gustav Klimt painting. I’d watched raptly as the man carefully peeled back the layers of dirt and the patina of time from the old canvas. One side was dull and grey-brown, the other slowly coming to life in vivid color the way it had looked at its inception. It was magic. The purest form I’d ever seen. Something about it resonated with me then as it did now. The idea that with careful dedication, you could unearth your truest self even after years of brutal wear and tear. It gave me hope.”
― Giana Darling, Dangerous Temptation