Skye Warren Quotes

We're all the epicenter of our own wars.

Pain sounded the same, all ages and races.

Freedom's an illusion. We all live in prisons of our own making.

The hardest part isn't dying; it's surviving.

You're innocent. And I'm going to ruin you.

How am I supposed to resist this? The girl was beautiful and strong. The woman is
devastating.

You want this as much as I do'
My breath left me for a minute.

'You're delusional' I forced out.
'You're telling yourself that so you feel better about what you're doing'

'Who the hell else are you going to let touch you now?'.

He didn't use me like an object, because a thing didn't need to be mastered. He didn't use me like a slave, because a slave didn't need to feel wanted. He used me like a woman, hungry and desperate.

I didn't know how to be what society wanted from me. I couldn't change myself, not even for him. He

You were a priest. Of all people, you understand forgiveness." Something

I remembered once thinking how much it said about a man whether he liked to fuck a woman in the pussy or in the ass.

She could see the worst parts of him, in the ugliness of his face and the degenerate use of her body. He showed her every dirty, unkind desire and God help her, she never told him no.

I don't send people to do my dirty work. If I want to beat someone to a pulp, I'll do it myself.

Neither my mother nor I had acknowledged it at breakfast, as if even the mention of passing time would crack the fragile votive that ensconced us. And now, I would shatter it.

The soldier in me understands collateral damages. It understands statistics. The man wants to hold Samantha close. I'll burn down the world before I let it singe her.

Truth is, I never planned to live very long. In this job, there's always a bullet out there with my name on it." I

That's a good girl." He leaned down, whispering into my ear. "I'm sorry about this. I really am. You're too good.

He strokes rough fingers down my cheek. "Your eyes ask for help. Your body. You look down at me from the stage like you want me to climb up and take you away.

I can't give in. Giving in means living in the Labyrinth, losing, dying here. It means letting go of the string that's my only way out.

But one thing I'd figured out about labels early on: naming something didn't actually help you fix it. That was really all psychology was. It catalogued mental diseases, made neat little charts with symptoms and checkboxes. It couldn't cure a damn thing - least of all me. Lance

Because I can," he said simply. "I don't need another reason." It

I saw you, I wanted you, I took you. You want me to fucking apologize for that?

How dare anyone - how dare he - question his value? He was everything she could ever want in a man.

he questioned the wisdom of choosing a place where the windchill sucked his dick into his body and dried out his balls.

I understand more than I want to. People act like love is a gift, but it's not. It's theft. It's a goddamn tragedy. Love is losing a vital organ to a man who will never give his in return.

You're fucking perfect. An angel. A sacrifice on a marble altar. You'll

I love your sweet voice. I want to hear everything you can tell me. But not right now. Now I need a good little whore to use. You can do that for me, can't you?" He

The whole world had turned against him and in a way, he had cracked. He wasn't entirely right in the head.

You can have my body, I think. But you can't touch my heart.

What, everyone likes Kool-Aid. It's a childhood staple.

I'm interested in the truth, but the stories tell us so much about the people throughout history as well.

Your mouth feels so good. I can't wait to fill it with my cock." My

Like he'd been desperate for me. Like he'd taken me. "From

I have to believe that I'm doing this for a reason. Have to believe that it will be enough. There's no one left to save us except me.

That's the thing about a knight whose armor shines, though. It's never been in battle.

of the scorpion and the frog? The frog carried the scorpion on its back as they crossed the river. The scorpion stung the frog, and as they both were drowning, the frog asked the scorpion why he'd done it." "Because I'm a scorpion,

You're mine. I caught you, and I'm not giving you back.

Don't you see? I can't ever be normal again. Never be the kind of man who can give you a real home - " "I

Psychologists were such voyeurs. They got off on true-life confessions, and then expected us to trust them. Not likely. Grabbing

I'm starting to think every woman has been used that way, every woman has been sold. Which ones of us have escaped that fate? Was my dream of a gentle husband just a shared fever dream? Is a white picket fence just another form of turrets on smaller castles?

The only way you could hurt me is to leave." He

And I chose you. I had been wrong before. It was romantic, what he said, what he did. Even while he hurt me, I had his full focus, his complete attention. His care, like worship. His love, an obsession.

Tell me what you need," he says, grave and sure. There's only one answer I can give, only one thing a pawn truly wants. And that's all I've ever been. To my father. To Gabriel. The whole world sees me as a piece to be played. And I can never really be safe as long as I'm being moved around the board against my will. "Set me free," I whisper. His

I learned an important lesson then: criminals always make a mistake. Always. If

For this moment, I'm hers. The man who loves her – broken and wrong.

You're meat when I've been fucking starving my whole life, so fucking accept it. You're mine. Mine. Got it?" I

When you really think about protection, what it means, it's a cruel thing to accept. If he is my shelter in the storm, then he is the one battered by wind and lightning. He is the one taking away my pain. I've never wanted to let him do that.
It hurts him that I don't let him do that.

Growing up isn't about learning something new. It's about unlearning the fairy tales you believe as a child.

But he was mine. I'd caught him. And I was going to keep him.

But I'd know the truth. It took more strength to stand beside someone you loved, even when they were wrong. Especially

I wouldn't mind going crazy if it meant I didn't have to face this choice again. This betrayal. Except I wasn't the one being betrayed. I was the one doing it, and that hurt so much worse. I

I was reborn in that moment, burst into flames like a phoenix and floating in pieces to the ground. There was scorching pain and hope for a future unknown.

Something far more intimate than sexual intercourse. We'd told each other the truth. Oh, it had been tentative and framed with doubt, but we'd done it.

Are you happy now?" I growl against her throat. "Knowing I broke every rule for you. Knowing I'd do it again. I love you, Samantha, and I hate you for it.

It's not right."
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You're so fucking full of virtue that I can't even breathe.

I didn't have a vocabulary for what he did to me, but then no one had been able to define the man himself. An enigma, an abomination, a wish on a star. He consumed me, and I drifted inside him, blissed out on the ride.

There's only one thing I'm going to call you. Mine.

I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip and across the pad.
He groaned. "Your mouth feels so good. I can't wait to fill it with my c*ck."
My breath caught. "Dirty talk?" I managed. "That's new."
"Yes, well, I'm full of surprises.

I want to fuck you so hard I'd bruise you. I want to make you bleed." "Are you always such a romantic?

I'd kept my horrible desires hidden from everyone. Even myself. Never admitting, even to myself, that I wanted someone to hit me, stalk me, rape me. I'd never secretly wished the sweet guy I was dating would turn into a raving psycho behind closed doors and make me do things I didn't want. That was crazy. You're

It felt like dying, but the part that really hurt the most was coming back to life.

He didn't have to show me that side of him. He could have dated me as himself, had sex with me as himself. He even could have whipped me as himself, if he'd just told me he was into that BDSM shit. I would've done it. But

I was a caterpillar, my many limbs held tight to my body, wrapped up in a cocoon. He paved the way, eased me from a small and ugly life to a beautiful one. The transition had been painful at times, but never more than it would be to leave him. But that was the path of a butterfly-to fly away from the one who had made her.

I don't want you to hurt for me, Liam. Can't you see that? I don't want to hurt for you. That isn't how love should be."
He swallows. "It's the only way I know how."
"Me too.

My dream wasn't to be a princess in a castle. I wanted to be Persephone, claimed by the god of the underworld. Except that was the thing about getting captured; it wasn't up to me. I

Fall in love with you? How could I fall in love with you when I loved you with every breath, every heartbeat, every lash of the fucking whip? When you invaded my dreams, my hallucinations. I can't stop loving you, bella. I've tried. God help me, I've tried.

That was one of the things he loved about me, my resilience. And one of the things I loved about him - his ferocity. The way he took what he wanted, and he wanted me. Turning

But I didn't hold up my end of the bargain." He takes another drink. It looks so natural when he does it. "What bargain?" "To do bad things," I say seriously. When your life is as controlled as mine, you need to plan these things. Tonight is supposed to be the night.

What a different world it would be if we walked around with signs that proclaimed the worst thing that had happened to us.

The better question was, what was holding us prisoners?

While other children had backed away from white vans, I'd looked at them with longing. I wanted to be special enough to be taken. I wanted to matter that much. "Just