“That’s it. Keep milking my cock with that greedy little pussy, princess,” he rasps into my ear. “Squeeze my big dick with your little cunt. Harder. Tighter. I want your pussy begging for my cum.”
―
Jagger Cole,
Deviant Hearts
“I’m fucking Irish Catholic, you dumb twat. I know what a goddamn apostle is. Who the fuck is he?” ― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts
“Well, Pillow Fort. Can we go inside now?” The creases in Castle’s brow deepen as he squares off with Hades. “It’s Castle.” ― Jagger Cole, Deviant Hearts
“The woman you’ve been talking to alone in a bar, feeding alcohol to, and touching with your filthy fucking hands is my goddamn WIFE.” ― Jagger Cole, Stolen Hearts
“The only boundaries you’ll have with me are the motherfucking brick walls I put between you and any other man who even tries to touch you, look at you, or think about you.” ― Jagger Cole, Twisted Hearts
“Let’s get one fucking thing straight,” Castle snaps, yanking me hard to his body. “You. Are. MINE.” My core quivers. “Not his,” he rasps. “Not any other man’s. And the next one who touches you as if that is not an iron-clad, irrefutable fact will not be getting back up again. Ever. Is that clear?” ― Jagger Cole, Stolen Hearts
“I ignore everything. Everything except for the fact that some fucking guy thinks he can just take Elsa out to dinner. Talk to her. Look at her. Fucking touch her. And even if I don’t quite understand it myself, I do know one thing. He’s dead fucking wrong. And he’s about to learn that the hard way.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“He gasps sharply, his words dying in his throat as his face turns pale, as if someone’s holding a steak knife to his balls. Which is probably because someone is. Me.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“What do you need,” I growl into her hair.“I need to feel something other than the sensation of running without ever fucking stopping for once in my life,” she chokes. She lifts her head, her eyes big and so full of pain and need as they look into mine. “I need to feel something that isn’t sadness. Please.”My hand lifts, cupping her face possessively. Something dark and voracious flickers, sparks, and catches between us like wildfire.Like a force of fucking nature.A compulsion.The crackle of a storm cloud right before it thunders.“Please,” she chokes. “Please, let me feel—” She whimpers, moaning as my mouth captures hers. As my lips bruise hers so hard as to make her feel it always.“Please,” she whispers into my mouth as I scoop her into my arms and storm down the hall to my bedroom. “Make it hurt.” ― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts
“Oh fuck, Hollis! Hollis, baby, you’re going to make me explode!” ― Jagger Cole, Big Deck
“Maybe life is a song, after all. If we’re lucky, we get to keep the chorus going. And if we’re really lucky, we even get to pick who we sing it with.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“But I absolutely remember the time she cornered me, when I was too drunk to say no, even if every cell in my body was screaming it.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“One day…one day, come hell or high water, I will find out who hurt her. And I’ll fucking drown him in his own blood.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“What he did to you does not fucking define you.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“Don’t sing for me. Don’t fucking sing to prove anything. Sing for you, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Sing for you.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“And who am I, baby girl,” ― Jagger Cole, Twisted Hearts
“She’s barely been gone for twenty-four hours. But when I crush my lips to hers and taste the sweetness of her mouth, it’s like I’ve been without her for years. And maybe I have been, and that’s what was missing the last decade of my life spent wandering through a haze on this island, searching and hunting for madness or genius. It turns out, I was just waiting for her. The missing chord. The killer line. The perfect Melody.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“I’m fucking Irish Catholic, you dumb twat. I know what a goddamn apostle is. Who the fuck is he?” ― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts
“Well, Pillow Fort. Can we go inside now?” The creases in Castle’s brow deepen as he squares off with Hades. “It’s Castle.” ― Jagger Cole, Deviant Hearts
“The woman you’ve been talking to alone in a bar, feeding alcohol to, and touching with your filthy fucking hands is my goddamn WIFE.” ― Jagger Cole, Stolen Hearts
“The only boundaries you’ll have with me are the motherfucking brick walls I put between you and any other man who even tries to touch you, look at you, or think about you.” ― Jagger Cole, Twisted Hearts
“Let’s get one fucking thing straight,” Castle snaps, yanking me hard to his body. “You. Are. MINE.” My core quivers. “Not his,” he rasps. “Not any other man’s. And the next one who touches you as if that is not an iron-clad, irrefutable fact will not be getting back up again. Ever. Is that clear?” ― Jagger Cole, Stolen Hearts
“I ignore everything. Everything except for the fact that some fucking guy thinks he can just take Elsa out to dinner. Talk to her. Look at her. Fucking touch her. And even if I don’t quite understand it myself, I do know one thing. He’s dead fucking wrong. And he’s about to learn that the hard way.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“He gasps sharply, his words dying in his throat as his face turns pale, as if someone’s holding a steak knife to his balls. Which is probably because someone is. Me.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“What do you need,” I growl into her hair.“I need to feel something other than the sensation of running without ever fucking stopping for once in my life,” she chokes. She lifts her head, her eyes big and so full of pain and need as they look into mine. “I need to feel something that isn’t sadness. Please.”My hand lifts, cupping her face possessively. Something dark and voracious flickers, sparks, and catches between us like wildfire.Like a force of fucking nature.A compulsion.The crackle of a storm cloud right before it thunders.“Please,” she chokes. “Please, let me feel—” She whimpers, moaning as my mouth captures hers. As my lips bruise hers so hard as to make her feel it always.“Please,” she whispers into my mouth as I scoop her into my arms and storm down the hall to my bedroom. “Make it hurt.” ― Jagger Cole, Vicious Hearts
“Oh fuck, Hollis! Hollis, baby, you’re going to make me explode!” ― Jagger Cole, Big Deck
“Maybe life is a song, after all. If we’re lucky, we get to keep the chorus going. And if we’re really lucky, we even get to pick who we sing it with.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“But I absolutely remember the time she cornered me, when I was too drunk to say no, even if every cell in my body was screaming it.” ― Jagger Cole, Sinful Hearts
“One day…one day, come hell or high water, I will find out who hurt her. And I’ll fucking drown him in his own blood.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“What he did to you does not fucking define you.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“Don’t sing for me. Don’t fucking sing to prove anything. Sing for you, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Sing for you.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
“And who am I, baby girl,” ― Jagger Cole, Twisted Hearts
“She’s barely been gone for twenty-four hours. But when I crush my lips to hers and taste the sweetness of her mouth, it’s like I’ve been without her for years. And maybe I have been, and that’s what was missing the last decade of my life spent wandering through a haze on this island, searching and hunting for madness or genius. It turns out, I was just waiting for her. The missing chord. The killer line. The perfect Melody.” ― Jagger Cole, Broken Lines
