“Love’ is a word that doesn’t mean a damned thing to me. ‘Em,’ though? That’s a word that means everything. I’d die for you, babe. Kill for you, too. I stood up to my club for you and I don’t… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you marry me?” he asked suddenly, looking right into my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to decide how long… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“He knew it. He just didn’t care, and a man who’d stopped caring was dangerous as fuck.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“I want to own every part of you,” he continued, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to throw you face-first across this… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“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… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“I’m with you, Em. Don’t doubt that, okay? No matter what happens or what you hear…Promise?” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“Open your mouth,” Liam told me. I shook my head. He pushed forward into me again, and his dick felt even bigger and harder… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“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,… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“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… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“You want the freedom to sleep around. I'm not willing to give you that. I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“Things had changed between us in a profound way, something I think we both knew. All our fighting and nitpicking seemed so silly now.… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“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.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“I screwed the King of the Man-whores—condom-free—in a damned shed, because I’m classy like that.” — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
