Stylo Fantome Quotes

If you won't talk to them,

Tatum O'Shea, there is a very distinct possibility that I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you.

Fuck that noise.

They were very sweet words. Words that soothed the gaping hurt in her soul. But the devil was good when it comes to dealing with damaged souls.

Baby, I thought you'd never ask.

I find it hard to believe you forgot the face of the guy who fucked you retarded and then treated you like shit.

You are such a mindfuck, Tate. Something is wrong with you, that you want to be treated like this, that you like being a whore,

If you're lucky, afterwards I'll untie you and let you leave with us," he replied.

Don't be scared," he said, then he leaned in and kissed a tear away. "Don't ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you're scared, and I'll take away your fears. Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll bleed for you.

It was strange – she didn't really mind being someone's whore, but she hated the thought of being someone's dirty secret.

He was slow and methodical in the way he handled her, as if they had all the time in the world for him to explore her body. As if she was a sculpture he'd bought and paid for, something that belonged to him, was his to touch as he pleased.

Both of us. We're the bad ones. Together." She

We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I'm Lillith.

As his teeth left bite marks down the side of her neck, she thought maybe she didn't need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her.

I was not asking, sir." Jameson. Looked. Shocked. "Where on earth did you go for lunch, Sanders?" he asked, almost laughing.

I wanted to learn about him so I could hate him more. I didn't expect his answer to make me want to forgive him. Cheating bastard !

Don't. You don't know this man.

See what happens when you play with fire? I burn down your house of lies." ~ Marc

I want him to remember me. I want every woman after me to be compared, and found lacking.

Looking at you like you were Christmas. Even when you were angry. Even when you thought you hated me. Even when you were with him. You've always been a gift to me." "A

All I wanted was sex. Just a little freaky sex, every now and then. When the fuck did it get so complicated?" he grumbled.

No, no, no. Your girlfriend is there!

I want to know," he breathed, his tongue moving between her breasts.
"When do we get to be bad again?" She smiled big.
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask.

Jesus, Jameson, are you always fully erect?" she chuckled. He smiled.

Brought down by a woman with black hair and dark eyes. A sexy wit and a sexier body. A bartender, coupon clipper, temp worker. A college drop out turned party girl, with loose morals, and legs that rarely closed.

I wanted to be baptized in his skin, purified in his love. I was a sinner, or worse.

This is most definitely not a game anymore. This woman ..., she owns me.

He was so good looking, it was probably illegal. She worried if she looked at him too long , she'd go blind.

I really, truly, honestly, completely, just don't give a fuck.

...for every type of idea someone can have - no matter how weird or strange or gross or out there or disturbing - there is at least one person out there who enjoys that kind of idea, and the best part is seeing a book work its way to that person.

According to your pussy, it's a very big fucking deal," he teased.

More than anything, she wanted to remember him like this; she loved his biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.

Jameson hadn't, however, counted on wanting her so bad that no one else even existed outside of her. He found himself thinking that he couldn't care less if he never fucked another woman again, as long as he could just be close to Tate. Just touch her whenever he wanted. If she said that, said she wanted monogamy between them, he thought he might actually say okay. For the first time ever in his life, he could almost picture it.

I used to be a nice, normal, borderline sociopath.

Because, I have the strangest feelings about you. Like I want to take you everywhere and have you by my side, but I also want to hold you down. Make you beg and cry,

What am I going to do with you? Fucking slut. Fucked him while I was gone. Couldn't last three days. How much does it take to satisfy you?

Sometimes, loving a person was easy, the heart went and did that all on its own. Liking a person, however, was a little more difficult. That involved the brain. And the brain was a fickle bitch.

You're always right, Sanders,

I never meant to know her, but I've known her for so long. I never want to see her hurt, and I'm going to have to hurt her the worst.

I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names.

Oh, you'll go. You'll go if I have to drag you there by your fucking hair," he warned her. "You'd probably love that," she snapped. "So would you.

Who didn't want to be the cool chick who took anal like a champ?

Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.

During sex, it was like he owned her body, her mind. Like they weren't hers anymore. Probably because they never were.

she was trying to be "nice" Tatum. Not vengeful, angry, spiteful Tatum. Not punch-a-mother-fucker-in-the-head Tatum.

She trailed her fingers down his sternum, then splayed her hand flat against his stomach. How interesting, to feel so comfortable in another person's skin. To want to rip him open and crawl inside him and never see the light of day again.

Not exist? But I made her. She's mine. You can't exist if I don't, stupid girl.

Poor guy," Liam sighed, digging one of her tacos out of the bag. "Why?" she asked, totally confused. "You're dating this dude, yet gave your anal virginity to me. Must not like him too much," he said. She almost choked on air. "You

Katya liked the asshole-Wulf, she admitted to him. She liked that he was brash and blunt and even sometimes rude.

I was drunk on him. High on him. I wanted to swallow him down, inhale him, inject him. I wanted him to live under my skin and change my DNA. I wanted to live in his air and breathe his passion.

Why Mr. Kane, do you want to be fuck buddies with me? she laughed. "Leave out the buddy part," he responded.

They don't even look like they're together. At all. Just two strangers who shared an elevator. That poor man. That poor girl.

Just do whatever feels natural. If you want to call him, call him. If you want him to call you, wait. If you want to show up at his office wearing nothing but a trench coat, send me pictures.

She liked her toys to have a little bite, and Nick was all cuddle.

What are we, if we don't have games?"


"Something else.

Maybe, just maybe, you're not as innocent as you'd like to think. Or maybe I'm not so guilty ...

Don't be afraid to say 'no'. Don't think about what you're doing. Don't let them know what you're thinking. And for fuck's sake, don't get attached."
Those had been DelVecchio's words to her on her fourth night at Caché, and she'd never forgotten them. They were her bible.

Getting her back the last time was a battle. This time, it's going to take a war.

Because, he's Jameson Kane. He's like my worst nightmare and my biggest dream, all rolled in to one.

There had been an "incident" with the couch. It had gotten flipped over and a leg broke off. It was being repaired. Jameson told her she had to be more careful in the future – his shit wasn't cheap. She told him that maybe he shouldn't go around fucking people so hard. He told her to shut her mouth. It just went uphill from there, and then they broke his desk chair.

All those moments between those seconds. Timeless. Their love would always be alive; a living, beating heart, but just caught in a moment. Caught in their time. Maybe that's all they were. Just a time in love. Just a time in an affair.

When you're a sledgehammer, you don't need to be unobvious. You just need one good hit.

I can't believe we just did that." "What, killed a man?" "No. I can't believe we just fucked in your truck." Con laughed.