Top 100 Joanna Wylde Quotes
#1. 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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#2. 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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#3. You deserve a man who'll fight for you, baby girl. You remember that, all right?
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#4. My nipples hardened (traitorous little bitches) and my eyes widened.
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#5. 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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#6. I want you to be my old lady, babe. That's all I have to offer. I'm a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I'll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That's everything I've got and it's all yours if you'll take it.
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#7. 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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#8. Marie: So why are you called Horse?
Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.
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#9. 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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#10. 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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#11. So far as I knew, Hallmark didn't make a "Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex" card.
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#12. You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman's mouth for you, so it's not like I'm in a good mood to start with.
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#13. Someday," he whispered softly in my ear. "I don't want to hurt you. Not until you're ready for me ... But someday I'm going to own all of you, Marie. You're all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn't give you up if I tried.
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#14. 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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#15. Decided it's time to get a new phone, that's all." "What was wrong with the old one?" Ruger asked, his voice mild. "It broke.
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#16. Ruger's eyes darkened.
"You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.
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#17. 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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#18. I'm with you, Em. Don't doubt that, okay? No matter what happens or what you hear ... Promise?
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#19. I screwed the King of the Man-whores - condom-free - in a damned shed, because I'm classy like that.
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#20. Men like us, we live to ride, and ride to live
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#21. 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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#22. I'm in charge here, don't forget it, he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.
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#23. Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few
Me: Church?!?? Didn't peg you for a church kind of guy
Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates
Me: Don't get holy water in your beer!
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#24. Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse," Ruger chimed in. "Brings a tear to my eye.
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#25. 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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#26. Next time I'll rip your dick off, she muttered, eyes narrowing. Okay, so round two was definitely out for now. Noted.
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#27. 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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#28. Let's be honest here," I said, throwing it all out. "We both know I'm gonna fuck up. But I'm pretty sure I love you, Em." Her breath caught. "What did you just say?" "I love you,
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#29. Well, let's look on the bright side," I said, deciding he needed a distraction. "Don't." "The good news is that we'll probably be either rescued or dead before we have to worry about serious hypothermia. There's always a silver lining, Hunter.
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#31. 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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#32. 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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#33. Puck: Thought you weren't that kind of girl.
Becca: What kind of girl?
Puck: My kind.
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#34. I promise, I will never shoot you by accident.
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#35. Someday I'd be classy if it killed me - probably not today, though.
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#36. Ruger's in there too. Hands covered in blood so they arrested him. He had to tackle your girl to get the gun away from her. She'd gone all Pulp Fiction on us, ready to defend you by killing all of us if she had to. Crouched over your body like Wonder Woman. Gives me a boner just thinking about it.
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#37. 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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#38. Just 'cause I'm the picture of manly perfection doesn't mean I don't have a brain.
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#39. Nothing says "commitment" like accessory to murder.
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#40. Parties that ended with stabbing weren't part of the long term plan. Neither was being tied to a man in prison, working as a stripper, or worrying about whether or not I was safe without a goddamned brand across my back like a fucking cow.
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#41. 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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#42. You want to kick me in the balls again? Christ, did those words just come out of my mouth?
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#43. 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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#44. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.
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#45. Babe, I nearly shot Skid in the ass one time because a spider fell on me while I was holding a gun," I finally managed to say. "Those things freak me right the hell out. They got eight fuckin' legs, and that ain't natural. That's some Dr. Seuss shit right there.
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#46. 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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#47. 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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#48. 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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#49. 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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#50. Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way.
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#51. 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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#52. 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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#53. 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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#54. 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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#55. He said to tell you that he has me and Sophie. He's going to kill us if you don't do what he says. He's also a giant fucking pussy, and I think when you catch him, you should let me cut out his balls with a dull spoon before shooting him in the head.
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#56. What, surprised that the bone you're fighting over can talk? Well fuck all of you!
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#57. 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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#59. Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.
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#60. He shoved up my shirt, exposing the red satin bra I'd decided to wear while cleaning his house for no particular reason I cared to acknowledge.
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#62. 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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#63. 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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#64. Never point a gun unless you're ready to end a life. -Horse
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#65. 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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#66. 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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#67. 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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#68. 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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#69. This whole situation is like a great big zit that needs popping," she continued. "The damage is already done - your face looks like shit and no concealer's gonna cover it. You might as well squeeze hard and get your money shot. You'll both feel better afterward.
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#70. 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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#71. 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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#72. 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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#73. 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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#74. She wanted commitment? He's tattoo her fucking name on his forehead if he had to.
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#75. 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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#76. 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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#77. 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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#78. No, I mean I'm claiming her for real. Now. I'm done fucking around. Gonna make her my old lady.
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#79. 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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#80. Puck: So I offered her a hand because I'm a giver like that.
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#81. 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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#82. I love you." "I know," she replied, using her best Han Solo voice.
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#83. 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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#84. Wow, if Portlanders could do that to a biker, they could turn anyone into a hipster.
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#85. The man was like heroin-seductive, addictive and a damned good way to wake up dead.
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#86. 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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#87. I won't fuck around," he said. "Just so you know. I nearly lost you. I won't risk that again. I told you before I'd never be a one-woman man, but I was wrong.
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#88. I didn't need to control her ... Hell, I just wanted to sit back and watch her, try to figure out what made her tick and hold on for the ride.
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#89. True story," Horse chimed in. "Fuck with us, we'll fuck you back. Harder. Always.
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#90. ME: Thanks ((hugs)) LIAM: You got my full support, babe, but I draw the line at texting hugs. It's a guy thing. I start doing that shit, the other guys'll confiscate my dick. Can't risk it
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#91. 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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#92. Um, Sophie? I have a face, you know, he added, and my eyes jerked up from his stomach.
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#93. 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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#94. 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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#95. 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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#96. She'd never been more beautiful - at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock.
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#97. 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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#98. More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine.
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#99. 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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#100. 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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