Pepper Winters Quotes

Twenty-eight years and I'd finally found what I'd always wanted. Happiness.

Someone I loved dearly - only thing was, I didn't know any of the

Nothing could've prepared me for this. Nothing could've taught me to feel this way. I'm ready to forget everything. I'm ready to be selfish and steal you like you stole me. Jethro

It made him chuckle that I would read a book, that I had a thought in my head when all I was good for was a cock in the mouth.

Our hearts thundered against each other, speaking in Morse code just how precious this was

You'll see that I was right and your heart beats for me. Mine, yours - they chime to the same beat. Wherever we end up in the world, whatever you do or whoever you decide to tie your life to, we'll never be whole unless we're one.

True power. Limitless power - only graced a fair few. It gave those lucky few the ability - the nobility, to be courteous and polite. All while holding their fucking balls in their hands.

I'm not marrying you for the pleasure of calling you my wife, esclave. I'm not marrying you because it's the evolution of a relationship. I'm marrying you so I have claim on you forever. Your soul will be mine for eternity. In sickness and in health, in life and in death, you will belong to me. And I will belong to you.

I'm yours. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He shook his head, temper flaring. "You've given up. You aren't mine unless I make
you mine!

I'd always fantasized about taking a woman, really taking a woman, and until Alex had destroyed me with a single lie, the fantasy had only been the depraved thoughts of a man who still had his moral compass intact.

The beauty in this world was hidden by filth and lies while evil was painted in beauty and smiles.

Use this wisely - if you need to." Throwing the blade to jab upright in the dirt, he murmured, "But I'll never give you a reason to use it on me.

I was obsessed with finding redemption. Destroyed by love. Possessed by hope. Consumed by a past I couldn't shake.

Eden was just a pretty prison when you got down to it.

Facing that was my ultimate fear and my biggest freedom. I was alone. I was tiny. I was no one. Live or die, the world wouldn't know or care.

I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I'm sorry for what I am. You're worth pennies, but I'll make you worth fucking millions. However, what I expect in return will be unpayable." His face softened just a little, unable hide the ferocity he wielded. The sleekness he harnessed. The threats he promised. "We're leaving this place and you'll never be found. You belong to me." His lips touched mine, smearing my blood between us. "Oh, and seeing as you're mine now, you might as well call me Elder."

I relish the snap, welcome the burn, don't stop yet it's still my turn. Tighten your grip, make me bleed, this is a hunger I need to feed...

We're fucked, Nila Weaver. Well and truly fucked.

I truly was Cinderella, only my prince threw away the glass slipper and stole me away before midnight struck. My prince was evil. My prince was the villain.

I might not have fangs, but I do have a sharp knee.

Are you sure? You sound afraid." Said the Pied Piper to his subjects.

I'm the only one who owns my fate. Not you. Not your guards. Not your sick operation. No one.

I hadn't gone Stockholmy- I hated him, knew what he did was wrong, but my body, shit, my body didn't care.

Once again you ask about my wellbeing when I'm the one who just fucked you like a beast." He looked up with desolate eyes. "Can you forgive me for taking you like that? Today of all fucking days. I should've kissed you and made sweet gentle love rather than bruise you like the bastard I am.

The moment Tess walked into my life she owned me. I would never be free again. I never wanted to be free again. If Tess thought she'd leave me by killing herself, she'd hate me for eternity when I kept her alive.

Talk was one thing, but knowing was something else entirely.

My heart cracked, splintered, shattered in my chest. And I knew without a doubt I would love Road until I died.

But just because death was unsavory didn't make it any less of a choice, and one day soon, I'd give in to it. Just not today.

You may not be mine but i'm fast becoming yours

I'm in Love with you, you chocolate-kissing, night time stealing, gorgeous girl. And I'm pissed as hell about it.

He was an idiot, like all men who did more thinking with their dicks than actually putting them to their natural use.

Q sucked in a breath, his face darkening as he rubbed the front of his trousers. Goddammit, do you have to be so fucking tempting?

No matter how you fight me, I will never stop. Every day, I'll try again and again. Every hour, I'll touch you, just to prove I'm willing to be everything you need and deserve. You'll never be free of me because I can't live another day without you in my fucking life.

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We play rough. We love hard. We live every fucking fantasy.

He was going to trust her to be his if she could prove to him that she was his, that she wanted to be his, completely.

Liv sagged against the wall. Their son was kidnapped and trained as a sex slave. Jesus, they were in serious fucking denial about his captivity.

And the fact that he didn't love me back, that he knew I was a disgusting whore, that was all the better. He wouldn't get wrapped up in a fairytale that didn't have any hope of coming true.

there's always light in the darkness.

No price tag existed on a human life. My

You're beautiful. You could have any man you wanted on his knees begging for you.

As if my world was dark and Jethro was the sun bringing me nutrition I never knew I needed.

Like you. Like I can't get enough." "My insatiable little slut.

I hated being lied to.
I hated even more believing those lies until the truth decided to come for me.
Turned out, I was never an individual; I was a possession to trade.
I was never unique; someone had lived my life many times before, never free, never whole.
My life was never mine.
My destiny was already written.
My story began the night he came for me.

There was a fine line of making love and fucking but this was love-fucking. This was cruel but sweet. Angry but happy. It was a thousand words in one timeless action - righting the wrongs of our past and hopefully repairing a future we both didn't think we'd ever find.

Gagging didn't make him angry, it made him horny. The sadistic kind of horny that led to worse things.

Coldness etched his gaze.
Aloofness whispered from his posture.
Calculation radiated from his every pore.
I'd never been so intimidated or so intimately challenged.

Roses are red, Violets are blue. I'm just a fucked up hit man, And nothing rhymes with that.

You should've told me Tess," I murmured against her hair. "You helped me find my humanness but you took it away with your lies.

He was always nicest after an rough fuck.

But you don't want me to ask, do you, Hailey? You want me to hurt you, to make you, to use you. That's why you haven't touched those keys jangling in the bottom of your purse, why you keep coming back for more. I don't have to tie you up; you're already bound to me. You're mine." Because I do need you.

I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to hear you groan and pant and moan as you plunge deeper and deeper.

I hoped she didn't know just how much she affected me, because I was shit terrified of what the future meant for us.

You had no idea how much I wanted to. After letting you go, I pulled out my cock and came, all over myself.

Accept that you are no longer a woman. You are merchandise. And merchandise must have a barcode for sale.

To be so adored but controlled. To be so loved but dominated. The combination was the best aphrodisiac in the world.

The man had balls, and fuck her but she loved those balls.

Oh God." I lost the ability to speak under such glorious torture. "He won't help you, Cleo. Might as well implore my name instead.

Love transcends time, space, distance, universes.
"Love can't be confined to pages or photos or memories - it's forever alive and wild and free. Romance comes and goes, lust flickers and smoulders, trials appear and test, life gets in the way and educates, pain can derail happiness, joy can delete sadness, togetherness is more than just a fairy-tale...it's a choice.
"A choice to love and cherish and honour and trust and adore.
"A choice to choose love, all the while knowing it has the power to break you.
"A choice, dear friends, to give someone your entire heart.
"But in the end, love is what life is about.
"And love is the purpose of everything.

I'D TAKEN HER, but ultimately, she'd taken me.

No One had been there for me in my darkest moments. Perhaps it was time to let Elder be there in my future. He

Nothing is ever black and white, Nila. You should know that bu now. Its all how you survive the grey." -Kes

We're worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we've touched. The lives we've shared. The knowledge we've gathered and traded. Physically, we're worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we're rich forever.

This connection extended far beyond a physical union. He'd give her anything. He wanted to give her everything.

I knew how to prepare for punishment. And I knew how to glue back my shattered pieces afterward. That was it. I didn't know how to endure anyone else.

This wasn't about the chase. We all knew who would win. It was about defiance.

If you can prove to me I can touch you without you killing me, then you can take me however you want.

I'll give you everything, Zel. Everything that I am." He kissed my jaw, my temple, my cheek. He worshipped me in kisses. "Please. Don't make me beg. I can't do this. I can't be apart from you. I can't. I need you so fucking much.

I kissed her like I'd always wanted to. With my entire soul.

You are my wings. You made me fly".

Could there be any more outlandish hints that fate had been the driving force bringing us together? That our meeting wasn't just opportune or spontaneous? Life had pushed us together for a purpose. For a reason.
I'd written to him for years as No One. And even before he was No One, we shared the same pairing of names, forever binding us to a beloved Disney couple.

Her nakedness wasn't vulnerability. It was her strength.

How can you be forever grateful when forever isn't something anyone has.

My skin begged for his touch. My lips tingled for his. Every inch of me craved what he could deliver.

He was smooth water - effortless in refinement but just like still water, dangerous if you couldn't swim.

Fly away, esclave, if that is what you want. I won't stop you.

My gaze zeroed in on his as if I was a compass needle and he was my north. I'd never suffered a phenomenon such as this. Never been so tuned to another. Perhaps we were kindred souls - linked by something past the realm of understanding. Kismet.

Q looked at me as if I was his perfection.
His queen.
He wanted me.
That was all that mattered.

Be grateful for each day, even the dark ones.

I'm not good at casual sex," I said in a breath. "I never said it would be casual.

Fifteen days ago, he'd sat in his Christian Ethics class, rooted in the belief that murder was a grave moral evil. A capital crime punished with eternal damnation.

​Nila had fixed me.
She'd helped me escape my purgatory.
She'd been the nebula of perfection. The freedom of flying with no wings. Granting wind to a kite with untethered strings.

Good people died. Bad people lived. And the rest of us had to continue surviving.

Born from innocence, tainted with confusion, but wholeheartedly flavoured with love. Deep blistering, endless fucking love.

Life never delivers more than you can endure. Life has the sickest sense of humour. Sometimes

The more time I spent in his arms, the more whole I felt. I could live in the moment.
Right here.
Right now.
I'm home.

This single-minded lust between us was sacred.

What do you want from me, Nila? You want to know that I fucking love you more than I can stand? That I'm breaking because I know I'm not good enough for you? What ?" My world stood still. " ... I fucking love you ... " He admitted it.

I'd learned pretty early on that men were basic creatures. Take away their suits and wives and jobs and responsibilities, and you're left with a beast. A beast who wanted to spar and maim - to embrace their inner savage.

If I was to be his for eternity, fine. He might own my body. He would never own my soul.

You feel me inside you?
You feel me claiming you?
You feel me destroying you?
You feel me around you?
You feel me undermining you?
You feel me making you care?

It's a sad day when I'm emotionally invested in a fantasy.

I can feel you. I know that doesn't make sense, but the moment you give in to me; the moment you let yourself submit ... it saves me. I can't explain it, but you heal me, Nila. Jethro

No matter what happens, never hold grudges. Grudges are the worst things in life. No matter if that grudge is justified, it's the poison that kills entire cities.

Fight. Life had effectively pulled the rug, the flooring, and the fucking planet from under my feet.
Winters, Pepper (2014-03-06). Destroyed (p. 3). Pepper Winters. Kindle Edition.

Give me a few more years, Della Ribbon. Just a few more before you leave me.

You're already so close to perfection, but there are these occasional lapses . . .

My role as your master is to debase you to the point of having no feelings, no emotions, no hopes or dreams

But once again, Pim surprised me. She smiled with a gruesome red grin pulling the trigger for the second time

You truly are twisted," Cut snarled. "How can you piss me off and make me proud all at the same time?

You hold all the power in this situation, Pim. One little word and all my fucking secrets are yours.