Sinners Consumed Quotes

“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“My heart has caught fire, and I’m in love with the Queen who lit the match.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“She’s damaged. Broken by men from our world, and it’s my responsibility to patch her back up and make sure she never shatters again.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“My Queen of Hearts,” he rasps in fascination, more to himself than to me. “My beautiful demise.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Where are we going?” Although, my heart already knows. “My bedroom.” “Why?” I whisper. He shifts his forearms under my ass. “So I can fuck you, Penelope. Why else?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Lust burns.
Love cuts. But betrayal? It fucking incinerates.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Fuck,” he hisses, letting my arms fall. “Did you just bite me?” I look at him seriously. “You know what they say. Eat the rich.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“That night in the phone booth, you told me you’d never been in love before. If you’ve never felt it, how do you know?” I close my eyes. I’ve got too many words and not enough ways to order them. How do I know? Because saying it aloud is as easy as breathing. Because even the mention of her name lights my skin on fire. Because she’s my first thought in the morning, and my last at night. Because I just. Fucking. Know. I swallow. “Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“If you’ve never felt it, how do you know?” I close my eyes. I’ve got too many words and not enough ways to order them. How do I know? Because saying it aloud is as easy as breathing. Because even the mention of her name lights my skin on fire. Because she’s my first thought in the morning, and my last at night.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“It’s bound in mustard-yellow leather with a title embossed on the cover. Penelope Price for Dummies.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“I’m off. Got shit to do.” “Like what?” “Like Googling what the fuck groveling means.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“All my other fuck buddies call me Penny.”
“And all your other fuck buddies will be six-feet-under if you mention them again.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“If I don’t put you back together after I break you, then there’ll be nothing to break next time.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Look at me.” Through blurry eyes, I meet his soft, green gaze. “I’m your hotline now, Queenie. All your mundane thoughts, all your ramblings: they’re mine. I want them all, no matter how trivial. Do you understand me?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“My Queen of Hearts. My beautiful demise. You brought me to my knees; now it’s your turn.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Do me a favor, Penelope. Unless you’re moaning my name or sucking my dick, keep your fucking mouth shut.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“I don’t want you, Penelope. But I’m going to take you anyway, and then I’m going to ruin you.”
I blink. “What?”
“It’s only fair.”
“Why?” I breathe.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because it’s only a matter of time before you ruin me.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“now I look like the girl I always swore I’d never be. Vulnerable. Used. Stupid enough to get played by a fucking man. I’m an ungraceful winner, sure, but I’m an even worse loser. And love really is a losing game.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“I want him gone. Off my body, out of my heart. I want my ears to forget his silky laugh, my nose to forget his scent.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“You’re friends with benefits.” “We’re not friends.” “Enemies with benefits, then. Jeez, Pen. Have you never had a fuck buddy before?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Not. Yours—” I gasp as he pinches my clit. “A tortured confession is not a true confession.” “I’ll take any confession.” He stretches me open with his fingers again. “Whose pussy, Penelope?” I grind my jaw together. When I don’t reply, he sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. “Depends!” I yelp. His back muscles tense. “On?” I swallow thickly, knowing Rafe won’t let this drop until I give him my caveats. I clear my throat, suddenly feeling too hot for a crisp March morning. “If you’re nice to it,” I whisper. He smiles lazily, giving my clit a gentle kiss. “I’m always nice to it. What else?” “If you promise to never leave it.” He frowns, but stops himself from biting out a sarcastic retort. Realization softens the planes of his back. I feel vulnerable. Uncomfortable. Needy. It’s obvious I’m not talking about my vagina anymore. I hold my breath while Rafe slowly climbs up my body and pins me under his weight. He presses his lips to mine. “I promise, Queenie. I’m here forever.” I sigh. Wrap my legs around his hips and draw him closer. “Then it’s yours.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Surprisingly, my annoyance melts quicker than the ice landing on the car’s heated glass. Maybe it’s Rafe’s thumb rubbing circles on my thigh, or the fact he remembers to get me extra ketchup when he collects our order from the diner. Warmth floods my stomach and blooms outward, heating my heart. This is what I want. Not the gifts or the money, but this. This comfort, this stability, this love. It’s everything this man gives me, every single day without fail. I’m suddenly so full with it that by the time we’re climbing the hill to the church, I have a soppy grin on my face.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“You’d be stupid to mistake my obsession with you as me being a limp-dick little bitch, Queenie. I’ll play your games and jump through all your hoops until you blow the whistle on full-time. But what I won’t do is tolerate you mentioning another man, hypothetical or otherwise.” When I glance up, I notice the white puffs of condensation leaving her lips have ceased. “Do I make myself clear?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“You were right all along.” “About what?” I breathe out. “About me pretending to be a gentleman.” The backs of his knuckles graze over the nape of my neck, raising all the goosebumps there. “But only to other women, never you. There’s never been any pretense with you, Penny. When you talk, I listen because I enjoy what you have to say. When I fuck you from behind, it’s because I know I also have the privilege of fucking you face-on. And when you leave my bed, I can’t bear the thought of it being forever.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“Why are you bothering?” His gaze is lazy, trained on the windshield as he pulls out onto the road. “Because I love you,” he says simply.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“These girls would share their jeans with me in a heartbeat.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“I’ll screw up my nose and call him an asshole from now on. Or dickhead, or prick. Whatever you choose.” “And then I’ll tattoo that on him the next time he comes into my shop,” Tayce pipes up. Rory slides into the booth beside her. “This morning, he told me how he left you on the yacht like that, so I dropped a laxative in his tea. He didn’t drink it, but I’ll try again tomorrow. He might be my brother-in-law, and yes, of course I love him, but you’re our friend.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “Sorry isn’t good enough,” I whisper back. His eyes flash. “Then what will be, Penny? Because one thing’s for sure; I’m not walking this earth without you.” He laughs bitterly, running a paw over his chest. “I tried it. Didn’t like it.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Consumed