Secret Sin Quotes

“Lucky for you, I’m Irish, and we’re used to our women being entirely too batshit crazy to control.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I playfully rolled my eyes, not actually opposed to a security system. I just liked to challenge him sometimes so he didn’t forget I could.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I wasn’t sure where our relationship would take us, but I was certain of one thing. Finding the perfect man right out of the gate might not be such a bad thing. One and done had sounded like a nightmare before I’d met Bishop. Now, I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“With five little brothers and sisters, I learned to cook at an early age. Nothing fancy, but enough to keep everyone fed.” “That makes it sound like the task fell on your shoulders a lot.” He shrugged, flipping the sizzling toast. “Dad passed away when I was seventeen. Ma had to work as much as she could. Wasn’t much choice, but it never bothered me too much. Life happens. Resentment would’ve only made things worse.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“We are going to have so much fun exploring together.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“The thing about Bishop was he didn’t hold back. He was exactly who he claimed to be. Said what he felt and spoke up when he had something worth saying. When he told me how much my happiness meant to him, I believed him. It was amazing how much that knowledge turned me on.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“His eyes softened as his gaze trailed over my face. “I say plenty of shit that pisses people off. That’s why I’m so good at apologizing. Lots of practice.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Why me?” I asked softly, peering at him from the corner of my eye. His gaze swept my way with amusement. “Why not you?” “Because we hardly know each other. How could you have been so convinced you wanted me in such a short amount of time?” “I don’t have to eat two tubs of mint chip ice cream to know it’s my favorite.” “Yeah, but people aren’t ice cream,” I chided playfully.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I’d felt like I shouldn’t want to be in a relationship, adding guilt and frustration to an already uncertain situation. When I simply allowed myself to enjoy the way I felt around Bishop, warm light seemed to flow through my veins.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I’m not asking for forever yet, just that you’ll give me a chance. Give us a chance.” I leaned forward hesitantly and allowed my lips to ghost against his. “I don’t want to push you away anymore. I don’t want it to be over.” “Whatever this is, kitten, it’s not the end. This is only the beginning.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Because I’ve daydreamed for years about being normal. Life was supposed to be different for me—dating, travel, maybe even a job. I was going to be a normal girl and not get married off by my father to some man I hardly knew. Go from living under one man’s roof to another’s, never learning to stand on my own.” His lips quirked upward in the corners. “And who told you I would take that dream from you?” I shrugged meekly. “Me. I’ve never known a Mafia man who didn’t keep his wife or girlfriend tucked away for safekeeping.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“All I wanted was for you to give me a chance. You can still experience the world with me—anything out there, I’ll give it to you. All you have to do is ask,” he said fervently. “I think I can do that,” I whispered.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I’ve come on too strong, and that’s not normally like me. You somehow make me do crazy things I never would have done before. Feel crazy shit I never would have felt before.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I’d been trying so hard to give her space, but I couldn’t do it. That wasn’t who I was. Pretending to be anything else would be pointless. I had to lay all my cards on the table and make this right. I’d fucked up, and if I didn’t find a way to fix it, I’d lose her forever.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Hold up.” His eyes narrowed as he studied something. “I’ll be damned.” He held up the device, displaying an image of Pippa. My blood ran cold. “Is that fucking Tinder?” I barked, losing all vestiges of control.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“A week away from Pippa hadn’t been easy. She needed to think, and so did I. Not whether I wanted her—that was etched in my DNA for some godforsaken reason. What I had to figure out was how to get her to see me. To apologize and make her understand what we could have together.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Had I rejected him one too many times? I had been so insistant that I wanted to be free of him, but now that sounded like the worst possible outcome. The thought of never feeling the searing heat of his ravenous stare brought on a head-to-toe shudder. You could always reach out to him, you know.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I wasn’t sure we had built enough of a foundation to come back from such devastation”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I never asked for any of this.” “Then how am I supposed to take it when you push me away and grind on other men at a club? You told me specifically you didn’t want to be tied down. All I’m fucking asking is that if you need to explore, you do it with me. Is that so goddamn much to ask?”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Was this really happening? Would Bishop share me if that was what I wanted? I’d read stories about that sort of thing, and it had always sounded hot, but the reality was a far cry from my fantasies.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Two men? At the same time? I’d never even contemplated that in my daydreams. I’d been trying to achieve normal, never even imagining something so adventurous. A threesome would definitely be different and new. Was that what I wanted? A swarm of emotions clouded my head, preventing me from determining just how I felt. My gaze sought out Bishop’s for direction. Was this what he wanted? Considering the way he was acting, I didn’t get the impression he was excited about the prospect.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Pippa, I’d like you to meet Callum.” Bishop extended a hand toward the stranger. The man set down his glass and crossed the room to place a kiss on the back of my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he murmured. The gesture was so intimate, so unexpected, it set my stomach to spin cycle. I turned to Bishop, leaving Callum at my back. “Is this…? Are you suggesting a threesome?” My spine stiffened as Callum brushed the hair off my shoulder and pressed his lips to my neck. “This is whatever you want it to be.” Holy shit, is this real?”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“When he finally slowed to a stop at the passenger door of his car, he seemed to calm himself in a way that set me on edge even more than his anger had. “I’m taking you to my place. Get in.” He opened the door, his brown eyes devoid of their usual warmth. “What’s going on, Bishop? You’re scaring me a little.” His chest expanded with a deep breath before he closed the distance between us, one hand weaving its way into my hair while his thumb trailed gently over my cheek. “There’s nothing to be scared of, kitten,” he said gruffly but gently. “My only intent is to give you what you want.” The words were sweet, so why did I detect a hint of sadness behind them?”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Maybe it was age. He was several years older than me. Late twenties, if I had to guess.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“At least, that was what I’d thought I wanted. After a week of thinking, I realized ground-shaking tremors could be just as invigorating, if not more so.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Bishop was a city-toppling earthquake shaking my foundations when I only wanted a quick amusement park ride.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“When he finally slowed to a stop at the passenger door of his car, he seemed to calm himself in a way that set me on edge even more than his anger had. “I’m taking you to my place. Get in.” He opened the door, his brown eyes devoid of their usual warmth. “What’s going on, Bishop? You’re scaring me a little.” His chest expanded with a deep breath before he closed the distance between us, one hand weaving its way into my hair while his thumb trailed gently over my cheek. “There’s nothing to be scared of, kitten,” he said gruffly but gently. “My only intent is to give you what you want.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“What you were doing on that dance floor had nothing to do with a girls’ night and everything to do with me. You were sending a message, and I received it loud and clear.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“I thought we talked about this, Pippa.” “About you owning me?” I shot back, alcohol inhibiting my self-preservation instincts. “About you. And me. About who has a right to touch you.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin

“Rather than rising to the challenge of my implied accusation, Bishop almost seemed to grow calmer, but not in a good way. Carefree Bishop was now lightyears away. The man before me, outfitted in an impeccably tailored dark suit with perfectly styled wavy hair, was brutally intense, and every ounce of that seething ferocity was aimed at me.”
― Jill Ramsower, Secret Sin