Top 100 Joanna Wylde Quotes
#1. True story," Horse chimed in. "Fuck with us, we'll fuck you back. Harder. Always.
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#2. That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled.
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#3. She wanted commitment? He's tattoo her fucking name on his forehead if he had to.
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#4. People don't always give us full credit for our warm, fuzzy side, but it's definitely there. We just love to help."
"Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse. Brings a tear to me eye.
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#5. Horse: Fuckin' knight in shining armor. Might wanna trade your bike in for a pretty pink unicorn to ride, seein' as you're such a special snowflake and all.
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#6. Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need.
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#7. Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I'd have to go on a killing spree.
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#8. Was definitely throwing out those fuckin' jeans of hers tommorrow. Doesn't matter how fuckable a woman looks in a pair of pants if you can't get them off when it is time to tap ass.
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#9. I'll be your old lady and I'll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I'll shoot you myself.
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#10. I promise," she said softly, biting her lip. "I will never shoot you by accident." I considered her response. "That's less comforting than you'd think.
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#11. I couldn't evict Cooper for having a girlfriend who wasn't me. Well, that and the law and the general sense of decency and fair play my parents raised me with, but I swear - if it weren't for all that, he'd be out on his ass.
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#12. I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.
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#13. Horse: Wood like you were sporting usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered. No judgements.
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#14. My name on her lips twisted something up inside my chest. Looking back, I think that's the instant I made my decision. I wasn't going to give her up. Ever. I'd die first.
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#16. Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.
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#18. Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered.
"Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped.
"Have you met me?"
"Who says I'd let you do it anyway?"
"Babe," he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.
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#19. What, surprised that the bone you're fighting over can talk? Well fuck all of you!
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#20. The fact that my dick's in it's happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I'm seriously considerin' strangling you, Sophie. Thinking about fuckin' you balances that out.
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#21. Fuck you. Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore - Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral.
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#22. One of those guys you just want to shove down and lick all over. Which I did, actually. He's nasty in bed, too, never tried some of that shit before. Pierced dick. I shit you not.
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#23. Never point a gun unless you're ready to end a life. -Horse
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#24. At least, I think I love you. I've never felt this way before, but I can't imagine caring about anyone more than this. I want to be with you, Emmy. Hell, I offered to let you kick my balls just so you'd feel better. Doesn't that count for something?
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#25. You probably wouldn't remember, but that night you had Noah?" he said. "You hunkered down on the side of the road and held my shoulders while you pushed him out.
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#26. More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine.
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#27. I can't imagine anything more fun that spending a holiday in the home of the man who wants me dead. Like our own fuckin' Hallmark movie, but with live ammo.
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#28. Sophie seemed to understand sisterhood. Sometimes sisters need to shut their mouths and drop it. This was definitely one of those times.
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#29. Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit ... Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?
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#30. I'd never be more than a toy to him, and the men in his family had a history of breaking their toys.
They just did it in different ways.
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#31. Let me go," I whispered. He cocked his head, as if considering the idea, then slowly shook it.
"I can't," he said. Then his lips covered mine and a fuse blew in my brain.
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#32. Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.
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#33. I'm not a bitch," I replied, and it took everything I had to keep my voice steady. "I'm a mother. I can't afford to play games with you, Ruger. You'll break me.
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#34. The man was like heroin-seductive, addictive and a damned good way to wake up dead.
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#35. Wow, if Portlanders could do that to a biker, they could turn anyone into a hipster.
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#36. Shut it down, Wonder Woman demanded. You have sex with him tonight and you're officially a prostitute. A cheap prostitute. You think I'd fuck Batman for anything less than ten grand?
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#37. I could spend a year trying to describe him, but you still wouldn't fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first time he smiled at you.
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#38. Puck said the shittier the hotel, the less likely it was anyone would remember us. By that logic, we were now perfectly safe.
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#39. Ruger liked a touch of pain, I decided, so I did my best to crush him with my inner muscles. I'm generous that way.
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#40. Jesus Christ ... Thank fuck for that," Picnic said.
"Nope, not Jesus, just a man," Horse whispered. "Although when women see my dick for the first time, they've been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.
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#41. Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse," Ruger chimed in. "Brings a tear to my eye.
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#42. I'm in charge here, don't forget it, he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.
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#43. I didn't need a man, but if I wanted one I'd take him and use him and then pass him along without a second thought, because I'd become a sophisticated, modern woman if it killed me. Sure. And I would lose ten pounds and age backward, too. Right after I learned to fly my invisible jet.
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#44. I'm with you, Em. Don't doubt that, okay? No matter what happens or what you hear ... Promise?
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#45. It took everything I had to bite back a little squee of excitement, because there's not a woman on earth who doesn't secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike .
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#46. Nope, he changed tactics, because now his lips whispered over mine, nipping and sucking, drawing them apart gently as I tried to ignore him.
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#47. So far as I knew, Hallmark didn't make a "Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex" card.
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#48. By the time we reached town, I was still utterly resolved to keep my hands off her ... but Taz was at her place, and I didn't trust that asshole for shit. That's why I took her back to my apartment instead ... and you can shut right the fuck up about that.
I already know I'm a douche.
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#49. Horse: So tell me, brother. How many times you seen The Notebook? 'Cause that's information the boys back home are gonna need to know.
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#50. Marie: So why are you called Horse?
Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.
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#51. You're a pig," I whispered back. "You know that, right?"
"So far bein' a pig works for me, babe," he said. "Gotta go now. Check out the college. Hit the clinic and get some pills. Don't call your brother. Cook something fuckin' great for dinner and don't wear any panties. That's all I ask.
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#52. Cause I'm not really a Dr. Seuss fan." I stared at her, startled. "Em, you gotta be a fuckin' communist, you don't like Dr. Seuss. Jesus.
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#53. My nipples hardened (traitorous little bitches) and my eyes widened.
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#54. You deserve a man who'll fight for you, baby girl. You remember that, all right?
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#55. No offence, Em, but us being together is way too dangerous and crazy to risk for just sex. Fuck that. I want do to this right. Are you with me?
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#56. If you look at me like that for even one more second, I'm gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that's on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you'll get.
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#57. This new guy had shoulder-length, darkish hair and a face so perfectly handsome he could've been a movie star.
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#58. I don't say sweet things and make love and all that bullshit. I like sex hard and rough, no holding back.
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#59. Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.
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#60. How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property?
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#61. We've been in a relationship for five years now," Puck said, his voice hard. "It wasn't normal, it wasn't exclusive . . . Hell, I don't know what the fuck it was, but we both know that's the truth. Whatever's between us, it's been there since the first night we met.
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#62. You want to kick me in the balls again? Christ, did those words just come out of my mouth?
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#63. Do you want me to reschedule, or can you move to your bedroom? I generally frown on cleaning around people while they're having sex. All sorts of potential OSHA violations.
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#64. Just 'cause I'm the picture of manly perfection doesn't mean I don't have a brain.
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#65. Hey, sweet butt, he said. That broke the spell. Sweet butt? What the hell kind of guy called a girl he'd never met something like that?
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#66. I've never ridden a bike before."
Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
"Lookin' forward to being your first, babe.
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#67. Sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on.
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#68. But I never cheated on your mom. Never wanted to. You need a man who feels the same way, and don't stop until you find him.
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#69. I fell for Levi "Painter" Brooks the first time I saw him, although in all fairness I did have a head injury at the time.
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#70. Apparently nice Horse would be joining me for dinner instead of his evil twin.
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#71. That's when it all hit me and I started laughing. I'd just had incredible, indescribable sex with the hottest guy I'd ever met - and I was still a fucking virgin. Jesus. Just like high school. I couldn't give this shit away.
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#72. Um, hate to break it to you, nut Em doesn't need justice", I pointed out, voice heavy with sarcasm. "She needs to not get cut with a knife in the first place. Women are finicky that way - we like not getting cut.
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#73. I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.
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#74. If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn't be talking on the phone with you. I'd be shooting myself in the fucking head.
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#75. I fuck you, nobody else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.
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#76. Painter's mouth dropped down to my ear, catching it in his teeth just tight enough to hurt. I felt the hardness between his legs grinding into me as need exploded through my body. He smelled so good . . . My hips twisted, desperate for more. Painter groaned.
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#77. What the hell is that?" I asked. "I mean, what are you supposed to be dressed like?" "I'm a sexy carrot." I looked at Dad and shook my head slowly. He wouldn't meet my eyes.
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#78. Fuck. You."
He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl.
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#79. How am I supposed to live the single life vicariously if I don't get any details?
I shook my head and shrugged mournfully.
"I'm doing my part. I tell you everything."
"And don't think I don't appreciate it," she said, tearing up slightly. We gave each other a drunken hug.
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#80. We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice.
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#81. I've been wonderin' if I could take you - whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.
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#82. Shit," Clutch said after a few minutes. "The high-def has totally ruined porn. Are those ingrown hairs?
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#83. So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison
on my birthday no less
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#84. Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?
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#85. Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake asshole.
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#86. Life is too short to let a man call the shots.
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#87. One of her in dirty sweats is worth ten of you naked on your knees, so get the fuck out.
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#88. If Becca had any sense, she'd turn cold spray on my crotch.
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#89. Gonna fuck you now."
"Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.
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#90. It wasn't personal - more of a "been there, done that, got my lifetime supply of psychological trauma" kind of thing.
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#91. You're cute when you're pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.
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#92. If he asks you for six goats in exchange for me, you don't have to actually buy real goats. He'd probably take kegs instead.
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#93. Because I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay.
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#94. Had disappeared to meet her online hottie, Liam. She was
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#95. You just admitted you're mine," he replied slowly. "I've been wonderin' if I could take you - whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already.
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#96. Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?" He said softly. "You've held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven't been strong. But it's been a hell of a night, so why don't you let me hold you and help you right now, okay?
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#97. Maybe I should stand outside the Adam & Eve store holding a sign reading "Single Mom, Anything Helps" and a cup for change.
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#98. You didn't hurt me, babe," he said. "You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that's ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah - it changed me forever. I didn't want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn't.
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#99. Things had changed between us in a profound way, something I think we both knew. All our fighting and nitpicking seemed so silly now. So did my endless agonizing about whether or not I should be with him. Once a man disposes of a body for you, the moral high ground has been lost.
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#100. Not like you have anything to lose," Em added, coming up beside us. "Find Buck, then we'll ditch this place. I'm ready for a three-way with Ben and Jerry
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