“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.… — 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
