“Horse: Wood like you were sporting usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered.… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“Horse: So tell me, brother. How many times you seen The Notebook? 'Cause that's information the boys back home are gonna need… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“Horse: Fuckin' knight in shining armor. Might wanna trade your bike in for a pretty pink unicorn to ride, seein' as you're… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share Image
“How 'bout this? You go ahead and feel guilty about being an accomplice, and I'll go ahead keep doing your dirty work… — 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 to drag it out. Maybe a little longer…he’d used the “b” word, I should probably make him suffer. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes as he stopped laughing and grew still. “Marie?” he asked,… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share
“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 counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don’t feel like they’re gonna explode. Because they’ve felt that way for a helluva long time,… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share
“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 now. Holy shit, this was turning him on. Kidnapping girls turns him on. Fuck. FUCK. “Open. Your. Mouth,” he said again, and this time the menace in his voice was unmistakable. His prick nudged me again,… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share
“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 of opinion here, and I'm not going to try and change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Ruger- I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who… — Joanna Wylde Copy Share
