Wicked Ties Quotes
"Trust is important in any relationship, but especially in one involving Dominance/submission."
"Without trust, how can a woman freely put herself in a man’s care and know that her well-being and safety will always be first?"
"Trust allows a woman to connect with the primitive part of her that craves the utter surrender of being at her master’s mercy."
"It’s about an exchange of power and trust, a woman chooses to give her master dominion over her body and her mind."
"I wish like hell I didn’t have to go tomorrow."
"I’m assuming you’d like to help me keep her alive long enough to do more shows."
"If you’re dead, there goes my fifteen minutes of fame."
"If dressing like a stripper kept her alive, well…she could survive embarrassment much better than a bullet to the head."
"Securing the long blonde wig in place, Morgan pushed the thought away. She was just tired. Lord knew she was stressed."
"Morgan squeezed tension so thick she thought it might choke her and tried to ease away from him."
"If dressing like a stripper and letting a good-looking guy fondle her for a few minutes was all it took to keep her safe, she’d survive the embarrassment and the blow to her modesty."
"Behind her, she felt him nod. 'Spread your legs.' Oh, God. Why?"
"Jack’s smile told Morgan that her assertion amused him."
"Morgan hesitated, and Jack took advantage of her distraction and breathed in her sweet raspberry scent."
"Morgan’s jaw dropped. 'You are one arrogant bastard.'"
"Morgan swallowed. The way Jack looked at her through the inky closeness of the truck’s cab gave her pause."
"With a shiver, Morgan wondered if Jack somehow meant to imply that description could apply to more than just her stalker."
"Keeping the secret had been part of her mother’s settlement with Senator Ross years ago."
"Nothing mattered now except that Jack could keep her safe."
"I hate being afraid and having my life turned upside down. The sooner we get this over with, the better."
"You did the right thing, leaving L.A. and agreeing to stay here."
"His grandfather’s matter-of-fact voice echoed in his head, If you’re dreaming about a redheaded woman over and over, you’re about to meet her and she’s your heart’s mate."
"The sun edged up over the horizon behind Jack, making it harder to see inside the little bathroom. It was probably a sign that he should be noble and stop acting like a peeping Tom."
"The famous O’Malley temper her mother had always talked about was rising hot and fast inside her, greedily lapping at propriety and calm."
"It’s not good behavior for hosts, I agree. It’s not a habit."
"Forget the show. You need what I can give you. Stop denying yourself."
"You think too much. Of all the reasons you shouldn’t. Of all the reasons I scare you."
"Jack!" she screamed, nails biting into his shoulders.
"Morgan knew then her first instinct was right; she was never going to be the same again."
"Repayment for using her. He needed to focus on keeping her safe, not dwell on the feel of her around him."
"Okay, revenge. He’d think about that, focus on how sweet it was going to be to pay Brandon back for his perfidy."
"She was taking a risk with him, and she knew it."
"He hadn’t found a woman like her in a long time. She was wasted on Brandon."
"Hell, she was gorgeous, all that red hair hanging over her shoulders like a fiery flag of temptation."
"She could find herself screwed—literally—again."
"He didn’t fight the cold smile of satisfaction."
"She looked remarkably calm for a woman whose knees were still shaking from orgasms so strong, seismic equipment had surely felt the tremors."
"Maybe if she gave off her best get lost vibes, he’d buy a clue."
"If you’re dreaming about a redheaded woman over and over, you’re about to meet her and she’s your heart’s mate."
"She wasn’t about to go prowling through Jack’s closet for something else to wear. Too intimate."
"She crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to budge."
"Despite her discomfort in meeting an old man while wearing skimpy purple leather, Morgan couldn’t help but smile."
"But one glance in Jack’s direction, and Morgan knew she was in trouble."
"Wondering what the heck he meant by that comment, Morgan couldn’t escape the feeling the old man had pulled the wool over her eyes."
"Morgan wanted to say she’d just wear what she had on, but as the sun had fallen, the temperature had dropped too much for that."
"Jack’s personal life was none of her business."
"She’d barely been able to keep herself together while the pleasure Jack gave tore her barriers down."
"You can’t lie, cher. Your eyes, they tell me you want to be cuffed and clamped and fucked often."
"The feminist in her thought she should be offended that he found her so purely sexual."
"Jack Cole was her mind’s nightmare—arrogant, demanding, difficult."
"You’re just expecting something that’s not me."
"Maybe being around too many female doormats had made you assume all of us live to roll over and spread our legs for you on command."
"You want to submit because you’re strong, because when you’re fucking, you don’t want responsibility. You want a man who can understand you and give you what you need—all without a word."
"If you’d stop pushing your twisted needs on me, you’d figure out I’m just a normal girl."
"I want to see you miserable when the truth could free you."
"I’m not a coward and I’m not a submissive. Mount up and I’ll prove it."
"You don’t come until I tell you to. Complete control, cher."
"If you’re having a hard time dealing with a few velvet ropes and silken commands, Deke would shatter your delicate sensibilities, cher. When it comes to sex, he plays seriously—but only if there are three people in the room."
"You might, but it has nothing to do with cheating. Why weren’t you wearing your ring when you came to meet me and talk about sex?"
"Jack sat on her left, then with a nod, turned to his business partner. 'Deke has some pals at the FBI who have studied copies of the photos the sick bastard has been leaving you and the pattern of his behavior.'"
"And she sighed, imagining that next to her skin."
"But he knew himself too well. Something in his gut was shouting at him to abandon his revenge and grab the shimmering perfection of Morgan for himself. Treat her like a woman, teach her to respect her desires, care for her. Seize her and never let go."
"We’re in the middle of nowhere, but that’s irrelevant."
"A noise to his left alerted him to the fact he was no longer alone."
"Soft sunlight lit up her fiery tresses as they tumbled over her shoulders, and down her back."
"A delicate ear, a graceful neck, a stubborn slope to her jaw."
"Mine! The instant he touched her, that feeling sang in his blood, settled deep into his bones."
"Her breathy, perfect reply made his cock tighten to the point of distraction."
"Nothing bad will happen," he assured her. "Let me take over."
"She wasn’t the depraved woman Andrew had accused her of being."
"He wanted to feel the hot grip of her sweet pussy closing around his cock as he swallowed her cries with his mouth."
"And in that moment, Jack knew that he wanted Morgan more than anything else—revenge, riches, power."
"It makes no sense," she confessed with a nod.
"I’ve always fantasized about such a state but believed it to be impossible."
"But it felt more like he was in danger of losing much more…"
"It’s not as if I’ve perfected the ability to reach my cock through the phone line and fuck her, Jack."
"It wasn’t tender. He wasn’t interested in hearts and flowers."
"I didn’t just miss you, I ached to hold you."
"And damn, he wanted to be the man to show her."
"Keep resisting. Make yourself miserable. Love will wear you down."
"He had to see her submission in the softening of her body, the lowering of her gaze, the invitation of her creaming slit."
"Oh, God." Shock hummed through her body, buzzed in her brain.
"Damn you, put me down!" Morgan shouted. "Put me the hell down!"
"I know what’s running through that pretty head of yours, cher. Stop. I’m not going to hurt you."
"Damn you, what have I done to earn your distrust?" he demanded.
"That’s what a soldier does every day, Morgan."
"I could give a shit about being on TV. Honestly, I saved you because I had to."
"Please take me to your playroom and fuck me as you see fit." She swallowed. "Sir."
"Trust me to know when and how you need my cock. Trust me to understand your fantasies and make each of them come true."
"You belong to me. Only me. I will kill you before another man touches you again."
"I’ve never known Jack to be so intent on anything that didn’t involve handcuffs."
"If handcuffs is all it takes to interest you, I’m sure I can scrounge up a pair or two."
"What woman in her right mind wants to live with a temperamental chef and a former drill sergeant?"
"I’ll be fine for one night. I’ll call around and hire someone to protect me bright and early in the morning."
"You’re a little thing, doll. My sweatshirt makes you look like someone’s six-year-old sister."
"Jack himself had been swearing to her that her wants were perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. Liar, she wanted to shout."
"How the hell did he break your heart in three damn days?"
"You shock him? That’s funny, but not possible. You surprised him."
"I hate to interrupt, but can I get my purse, Alyssa?"
"I’m a grown woman with a brain. I can manage to hide myself for one night. Then tomorrow, I’ll make other arrangements. Jack is not the only person who can keep me safe."