Brutal Obsession Quotes

“What he doesn’t know is that he’s been digging his grave in my chest for weeks, and me in his. We’re going to trade one day. My heart for his. An even exchange.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“I don’t care if she catches me staring. She already knows how I feel about her. Obsessed. In love.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“I didn’t give her a choice—and she’s not going to get one. There’s no going back.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“She’s mine. That’s what plays on repeat, underneath the current of how I can keep her bound to me.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“You’re my favorite person on this planet, Violet Reece.” My confession meets her pulse point. “And we’re going to wake up next to each other for the rest of our fucking lives.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Violet Reece is totally in love with me.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“I’m fucking telling you, Vi. It’s you and me. Only us. I’m not letting anyone or anything come between us again. You can count on that.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Ruin her for anyone else.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“He wanted to take what’s mine. He wanted to hurt her in the worst way he could think of. He wanted to steal and take and destroy her. But she has a meaner, scarier, crazier stalker. Me. And I’ll protect her with every breath in my body.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Doesn’t matter how hard I fuck you, baby. I still hate your guts.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“If you’re going downstairs, I want everyone to know that you were just thoroughly fucked. I want them to smell it on your skin and see it in the flush in your cheeks. I want them to know my cum is seeping out of your cunt.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Maybe because she’s finally realizing she’s the prey and I’m the predator. And even though I promised to cut her free, beasts like me don’t tell the truth.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“My obsession with her is getting worse. I can’t stop thinking about her. Bloody. Bruised. Brutalized. I want to push my limits, yes, but I want to push her limits. See how far I can take things until we both crumble.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“How do I compete with a broken heart?”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“We got our dreams and each other. Perfect, right?”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“We’re going to be together forever.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“I can love her, and I won’t lose her.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“We’re connected, you and I. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he says,”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Promise you’ll stay with me forever,” I say in her ear.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“When I break you, it won’t be your leg. Or your ribs. Or your vocal cords. It’s your mind I’m after, Violet. Your mind and your soul, because that black heart that beats behind your ribcage? That already belongs to me.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“The man is possessive with a capital P.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“That was the last dick you’re ever going to touch that isn’t mine,” I inform her.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“eyes closing”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“definitely”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“eye combination my mother always made a fuss about. Maybe that’s why my skin crawled every time someone commented on how attractive a couple we were. It was more a reflection on me than us. He lifts his hand and moves my hair off my forehead. The gesture is intimate, but I’m too stunned to stop him. He brushes his thumb over the scar on my temple. “I was worried about you. You wouldn’t let me see you in the hospital. Or after?” A sigh escapes before I can school my features into something a little more… regretful. “Well, I was embarrassed.” That’s a lie. I just didn’t want to face whatever the fuck emotional roller coaster I was riding the last six months. Seriously. My life went from normal to shit in a split second. Adding Jack—and the life that I thought I had, the one that seemed to go up in a puff of smoke when I woke up in the hospital—would’ve been more pain than I was ready to accept. “Violet!” I step away from Jack, ignoring his wounded expression, and turn to my other friends. Half the dance team is here, and they all crowd around me. Someone pulls at my coffee-stained blouse, and another swoops in to clean the floor where my cup dropped. I had forgotten, in my Jack-shock. “Lucky it wasn’t hot.” Willow nudges me. “Luck and I aren’t on speaking terms.” She visited faithfully every day while I was stuck in the hospital. Kept me sane, kept me looped in to the gossip. She’s the only one who knows what I went through, and I’m keeping it that way. I’m not in the habit of airing my dirty laundry—or my newfound nightmares. I’ve been plagued by bright lights, crunching metal, and snapping bones. She rolls her eyes at my luck comment. “You need to change. We’re taking you out.” Oh boy. My first instinct is to say no, but honestly? I could use a bit of normalcy. My therapist—the talk one, not the physical one—said something about getting back into a routine. Well, for the last two years, I’ve gone out with my girls on Friday nights. There’s nothing more normal than that. I’m actually looking forward to it. She leads the way to the bedroom I haven’t been in since… before. She steps aside and lets me do the honors. Opening the door is like cracking into a time capsule. Fucking devastating. Willow stands behind me, her hand on my shoulder, as I stare around at the remnants of the person I used to be. If I wasn’t aware of how different I was after six months away, I am now. Mentally, physically. There are still clothes that I left on the floor. My chair is pulled out and covered in clothes. There’s a pile of books that I had planned to conquer over the summer in the center of the desk. My bed is made. “I kept the door open”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Yes. I almost say it out loud. I want another thing binding us together. And what’s better than blood? I love that he knows it automatically. That he followed my line of thinking all the way through my fucked-up mind and ended up with the same conclusion.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“I think I know what you want,” he says. “You want my blood and yours. Together.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“Sometimes I think we’ll never be close enough,” I admit softly. “Is that strange?”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession

“She swallows. Her throat works, and she kisses the tip of my dick when she straightens back up. She’s definitely the first person to do that. I choke on my laugh.”
― S. Massery, Brutal Obsession