Pretty Spiteful Quotes

“I can’t move forward when I still have one foot stuck in the past.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“A heartbroken Wilder is no fucking joke.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Emilia is mine to break and torment. I won’t let this psycho of hers do the job for me.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Right now, it’s fragile and easily broken, but I know that, given a bit of time, a little love, and some attention, we could form something durable and special. Something most people search a lifetime for and never find.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Whatever the fuck that woman is hiding in her vagina, it’s like catnip to our dicks.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“I can’t believe what I’m fucking hearing. Her pussy must have manifested magical abilities because it’s obviously scrambled your brain.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Why do you call me Little Sparrow?” I question, chewing on my bottom lip. “Mmm?” he mumbles, clearly half asleep. I don’t repeat the question, instead waiting him out, and deciding if he doesn’t answer the question then maybe I’m better off not knowing. At least for tonight. Eventually he asks in a husky voice, “Do you know what sparrows symbolize?” “No?” “They represent pleasure and happiness. They are all about finding joy in the little things in life.” I frown, unsure how that relates to me. “And I’m your sparrow?” He kisses the top of my head, pulling me tighter against him as he murmurs. “You’re my sparrow.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“I hope you’re not planning on going to sleep just yet,” Hawk says, his voice low and laced with humor. “Nope. Just a five-minute power nap.” He chuckles. “Good, ‘cause I haven’t even gotten you undressed yet. There will be no rest until I have you naked and have tasted every inch of your skin.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Hawk’s hand strokes my hair and the side of my face, muttering reassurances as he slowly splits me in half with his dick. “That’s it, baby. Nearly there. You’re doing so good. You were fucking made to take all of me.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Kiss me, taste me, fuck me. Do whatever you want with me because I’m all yours. I always have been.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“The moment Hawk Davenport got on his knees for me, ready to worship at my altar. Seeing how badly he wants me, and knowing it matches my own hunger for him, makes me feel beautiful, powerful, and sexy in a way I’ve never felt before.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“I’m a starving man, Emilia, and all I want to eat is you.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Some days I wake up, and I swear I can still taste you on my tongue.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“I’m in. I’m all the way in when it comes to you, Hawk Davenport.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“This wouldn’t be like before. We won’t easily come back from this.” “I don’t want it to be like before. It isn’t just sex this time around, Emilia, but you’re right. There won’t be any coming back from this for us. We either jump off that ledge together, or we walk away and never take that leap. It’s up to you.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“I don’t… What are you saying?” “I’m saying, yes, I want you to be mine. Mine to date. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect and hold and comfort. I’m saying I’m done holding back and pushing you away. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you when you’re upset. I want to drink wine and talk shit with you until you pass out.” He tugs at the skirt of my dress. “I want to see you get dressed up for me, all so I can throw the outfit on the bedroom floor before I eat you out and make you scream my name to the heavens.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“God, he acts like a five-year-old who was told he had to share his toys.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“All that matters is ensuring this magnificent woman in my arms knows tonight wasn’t just a job to me. That she isn’t just a job. Somewhere between the talking over wine and silent sessions studying yearbooks, the hiking, and fake dating, she became more to me; to mean more than anyone has in a very long time.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Nobody should be a passenger in their own life, Em. If that’s how you feel, then do something about it.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Wilder embraced it, Hawk disregarded it, and me? I ran from it.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Every time I try to picture the house without her in it, I see her standing in that goddamn kitchen, and I realize I want that—her. In my kitchen. In my house. In my fucking bed.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“He’s the electric shock that brings me back to life every time I feel myself getting bogged down. The flame that threatens to burn me if I get too close. And I’m the nuke that threatens to tear him apart. Together, we’re explosive. Volatile. Cataclysmic.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Wilder.” His name is the softest whisper, born of a realization. The dawning of understanding. The acceptance of what I always knew yet could never allow myself to accept. That Wilder belongs to me. That I belong to him. That no matter where I would have ran, it wouldn’t be far enough. There isn’t enough distance in the world to erase what Wilder and I have.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Even though every encounter I’ve had with Wilder has been fueled by hate—and pretty much all of my run-ins with Hawk have been the same—I’ve never felt more alive. Not all of it has been good. I’ve never felt so rejected, hurt, and stressed out, but all of it has served to remind me that I’m still alive.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“It’s not like I keep up to date with the latest political drama. A donkey would have to become President for me to actually take notice.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“God, as much as I loved her moxie, I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful, all broken and defeated.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Emilia is my doll to use and abuse, to play with and discard. We’ll see how she likes being tossed aside like unwanted trash.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Now, this is a version of Emilia I could get on board with. Compliant. Submissive. Acquiescent.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Wilder—” “There’s only one thing that mouth of yours is good for, and it sure as fuck isn’t talking. Now, get on your knees, or you can get the fuck out of my house.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful

“Did you think I was your scary stalker?” he scoffs. “Trust me, Angel, you should be much more fearful of me.”
― R.A. Smyth, Pretty Spiteful