Nina Levine Quotes

I loved this man with all my heart; he had shown me that even though life can be a bitch, love can get you through any storm.

What's got you smilin' like a bitch who just had good cock?" I was interrupted by a sexy drawl.
I looked up to see Nash leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of him, sexy smirk plastered on his face. He was tall, all muscle and ink; he exuded a couldn't-give-a-fuck attitude. Nash was one of the cockiest men I had ever met and the women flocked to him.
I rolled my eyes. "Can a woman not smile unless she's had cock?" I asked.
He uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the door frame; coming towards me, "No, sweet thing, it all comes down to cock."
"Well, I hate to tell you, Nash, but this woman hasn't had any today, and yet I am still smiling. I think your theory is a little off." I loved bantering back and forth with him.
He raised his eyebrows. "J's fallin' down on the job there sweetheart. You sure you don't want to jump ships? I've got all you'll ever need," he grinned at me, opening his arms wide in an inviting gesture.

Let me be who you need. Those words out of Sophia's mouth were everything I wanted to hear in this moment, and everything I wanted her to take back and pretend like she'd never said.

Changing a man was never a goal of mine, and I disliked women who fell in love with the idea of a man only to then spend the rest of their lives trying to change him to be what they wanted.

Baby, I don't just fuckin' like your pussy. On a scale of one to ten, it rates off the charts. If you were the only woman alive, I'd kill every motherfucker to make sure you only had eyes for me." I shifted my face so I could look her in the eyes. "And Evie, it's not just your pussy I love." I placed my hand over her heart, and whispered, "I love what's in here.

Scott Cole was the kind of man that women like me threw their checklists out the window for. - Harlow

Do you think that I like that part of me? That I enjoy doing the dirty work that being in the club requires? I fucking don't. But I do it for a reason. And six years ago, when I fell in love with you, my reason became you.
~J to Madison

I decided right then and fucking there that Harlow was a risk to my manhood. - Scott

Dwelling in the shit of life wasn't productive. Either you checked out or you checked in.
This life isn't for the weak,

He had one of those deep voices I loved, the kind of voice I imagined would sound commanding and hot as hell when he was bossing his woman around during sex. Jesus. Get a grip, woman.

We've all got secrets and demons that take up residence in us. If we never show them to anyone, how will we know who would choose to accept us regardless of them?

Sometimes you have to shatter to find strength. And sometimes you have to let someone in to help you put the pieces back together.

How the hell had an asshole like me been lucky enough to find a woman who was so pure and yet so dirty at the same time? - Scott

You might not say a lot, handsome, but the things you do say are priceless.

Men. Sometimes you could kiss them forever and other times you could just take your glittery, red stilettos and jam them as far up their asses as they'd reach.

You should have come and got me to deal with the assholes."

"Nash, I can't rely on you to take care of all the dickheads in my life."

"I'd be fuckin' happy to, babe."

I laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you would love to get those fists out and deal with them all that
way."

He grinned. "You know me too well, sweet thing."

"There's a lot I don't know about you, but I do know two things; you like to get your fists
and your cock out at every chance."

He'd just had some of his drink and he almost choked on it at my words. "Fuck, Velvet,
you've got a dirty mouth sometimes."

"And is that a problem for you, King of the Dirty?

I realised that my half brother and I shared more than a father; we shared a darkness inside us that only physical violence could sate. - Scott

God, he could be a prick. A moody, stubborn prick who I would avoid if I knew what was good for me.
It seemed I never quite learnt my lessons very well in life.

He smiled back, and oh my freaking god, when that dimple popped, I swear my panties almost caught on fire. - Harlow

His body pressed against mine while he deepened the kiss. Tongues collided and breath was stolen. My senses were consumed completely by this man who bewildered me with his complexity. One minute I hated him, the next I wanted to know every damn thing about him. I wanted to slap him, kiss him, yell at him, comfort him, understand him, tell him to fuck off. But in that moment all I wanted to do was kiss him forever.

I wanted to know if she fucked the way she seemed to live - full of passion and fierce energy.