Sinners Condemned Quotes

“Just because I'm a gentleman, Penelope, doesn't always mean I'm a gentle man”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“This girl isn’t the Queen of Hearts, but the Devil in disguise. Unfortunately, I can’t say for sure I wouldn’t follow her into hell.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Come here. Sit on my face. Moan my name louder, Penelope.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“You sure are persistent for a man that isn’t interested.” His gaze drops to my mouth. “Oh, I’m interested.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Why do you care if I cry?”
“Because last night, I saw you laugh.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“These seats are Nappa leather.” “And my sweater is cotton.” “What?” I hitch a shoulder. Glare at the glow of fragmented headlights through the windshield. “Thought we were naming fabrics no one gives a shit about.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“He doesn’t push me away when I put my free hand on the base of his neck. Doesn’t jerk his head when I pull my two fingers from my pussy and slowly rub my juices over his bottom lip.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Then he does something that takes me by surprise even more than his laugh did. He bends over, grips my throat, and snatches all the air from my lungs like it’s his to take.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Without warning, his mouth clamps down on my clit, his tongue flattens over the bundle of nerves there, and he sucks.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“You’re a dog, Penelope,” he says breezily over his shoulder. “I should look into putting you down.”
“They already tried.”
His footsteps slow to a stop and he glances back at me. “And?”
“I bit the vet.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“What does it feel like?”
She blinks. “What?”
“To be in love?”
“It feels like your heart is walking outside of your body. My heart now wears Armani and has a Glock for every day of the week.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“You’re eating.” He inches down the window and frisbees the burger into the night.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Because last night, I saw you laugh.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Did you sleep well last night?” A simple question, but a wave of relief coasts through me so fast, I feel a little dizzy. At least I know it wasn’t a fever dream. Of course, I don’t let it show on my face. “Eh. Could have been better.” His lips tilt. “Yeah? How come?” “No pillow, and the blanket was only a blazer. If your car was an Airbnb, I’d give it a four-star rating.” I tap my lip in thought. “No—three and a half.” “Why’d you knock off the half-star?” “There was also this creepy man staring at me all night.” He laughs a beautiful, raw laugh, and a rush sweeps through me knowing I’m the reason for it.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“• He is anomaly, not the exception.
• I’ve found a fetish:you spending all my money
• Luck is believing you are lucky.
• Stupid people rely on chance; smart people know luck can be optimized by skill.
• It (love) feels like your heart is walking outside of your body.
• Self-control sits at my very core, tethering me like an anchor, and yet, it seems to defy gravity the moment she steeps into my vision.
• If he dipped those fingers lower, he would realise my body doesn’t hate him as much as my brain does.
• Just because I am a gentleman doesn’t always mean I am a gentle man.
• It doesn’t scream money, it whispers wealth.
• (He) is a picture of polished perfection.
• You can’t put a timeline on grief.
-Wishful thinking.
-Meaning?

-I am sorry?
-Apology accepted.

-These seats(car) are Nappa leather.
-And my sweater is cotton.
-What?
-Thought we were naming fabrics no one gives a shit about.

-Say please.
-Over my dead…
-That doesn’t sound like please.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“And being judgmental about other women’s bodies has never made mine miraculously perfect, either.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Why do you care if I cry?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“fuck about Raphael Visconti’s love life, but the fact that he fucks-and-chucks women is just the cherry on top of his obnoxious cake.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I bite out a laugh. “Why would anybody let you beat them?” She frowns, like I’ve asked the stupidest question possible. “Because I’m married to Angelo Visconti.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Tranquility. Acceptance. A calmness washes over me and I breathe out easy. It’s comforting, I suppose, knowing I’ve fallen to the bottom and can fall no further. Penelope’s eyes trail the river of red trickling down the back of my hand until it disappears under the cuff of my shirt. “Where are we going?” she murmurs. My hand slides off the steering wheel and finds her knee. “Home, Queenie.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“If it’s any consolation, you don’t look like you’ve just cracked open a man’s brain with a hammer claw and then donkey-kicked him into a fire.” I bite back a smirk. “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, brother. Maybe we’re bonding.” “Maybe you have smoke inhalation.” He watches me for a moment. “Feel better?” Fuck yeah, I do. There’s a buzz in my blood and a lightness in my chest. Despite the ache between my shoulder blades and the thin veil of sweat cloaking my skin, my suit fits a little better now. Like the monster underneath has lost some bulk and is easier to conceal.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I’d planned on punishing her for making me dwell on it all night, but then she emerged from her apartment building holding two cups of hot cocoa, her pajamas peeking out from underneath her puffer jacket. She slid into my car, handed me a cup in silence, then drank hers while staring sleepily at the dash. The ache moved from my groin to my chest and filled the black hole there. It was heavy with a perverse satisfaction, and for once, it didn’t stem from winning a petty bet. She was comfortable here, in my car, beside me, her hair piled on top of her head and her face make-up free. It was with a sickening sweetness that I realized she sought out the warmth of my car to do the most vulnerable thing a human can do: sleep.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I’ll have a Smuggler’s Club brought down to your office right away, boss,” Dan says, emerging from the stock room and slinging a rag over his shoulder. My eyes never leave Penelope’s. “Make it a vodka.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“I slide my hand under the table and curl it around a poker chip. I’m trying—failing—to ignore the swell in my groin. The unease in my blood. Every part of my body is at odds with another, because tonight, she doesn’t look like a delinquent that starts fires in casinos. She looks like the Queen of Hearts. I look away.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“My cell phone buzzes on the coffee table, making me jump. It’s a message from an unknown number. Ten. I stare down at the text in disbelief. Another comes through. Nine. And then another. Eight. I’m not a patient man, Penelope. The vibrations rattle the glass, and I stare, helpless, as the text messages count down like a ticking time bomb. One. I squeeze my eyes shut. Silence. And then the loudest horn I’ve ever heard pierces through the glass and fills my living room.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“Big meeting?” “Mm.” “You look tired. Didn’t sleep?” He leans over the bar, warming me with his body heat. My breathing shallows. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Seems I was too busy being a creepy man and staring at a beautiful girl all night.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned

“What makes you think you’ll find your career in a For Dummies book?” “It’s wishful thinking, mostly,” I admit. “I’ve tried other jobs, but nothing seems to stick.” “Like?” “Well, I worked at a drive-thru, as a store clerk at the mall, a stripper, a receptionist…” My words trail off when Raphael’s forearm tenses against mine. “Stripper.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Condemned