“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”
―
Neva Altaj,
Stolen Touches
“I want you to smile at me every day,” I say next to her ear and slam into her again. “Every.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Day.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“Tell me, Nina, if there wasn’t this deal between us, would you have come when I nodded?” he asks. “Nope.” I don’t expect him to ask me to elaborate, but he does, and his question surprises me. “Why not? Is it because of the wheelchair?” He says it conversationally, but there is a hidden undertone I can’t quite define. I abandon watching the crowd and look him right in the eyes. “It’s because I’m not a poodle, Mr. Petrov.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Why”—he buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my head lower until my mouth almost touches his lips—“did I buy the bracelet, Milene?” “Because I liked it?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you liked it,” he says as he presses his mouth to mine.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“I’m afraid someone may try to take you from me, and I have this compulsion to kill them all before they have a chance to give it a try.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“Roman?” “Yes?” “I have a confession to make.” I kiss her shoulder. “Something bad?” “Yeah. It’s . . . well, it’s a kind of a problem. A big one.” “Spill it, Nina.” She’s silent for a few moments, and then makes my world tilt on its axis with six short words. “I’m in love with you, Roman.” I close my eyes for a second and squeeze her tightly. It’s like everything around me stopped. “Then we share the same problem, malysh.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.” ― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?” I blink, then nod. “Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.” ― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths
“How old are you?” “Thirty-four. Having a wife and kids was never something I planned.” “And do you have a set plan for everything?” “For most things, yes.” He looks into my eyes. “Would you like to apply for the wife position?” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“You are one exceptionally rude person.” “What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“Put your hands on my wife,” I tell the idiot, “and you’re losing them.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“She took my black heart with her the day she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I’m ruined for anyone else anyway.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“I still find it unexpected, the way she touches my ruined face, with so much affection.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“I love when you pretend you’re docile.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“Who the fuck is Mark?” I jump and spin around to find Roman glaring down at me. “Why do you call him babe?” he demands. “And what kind of photo are you sending him?” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Eyes on the mirror, Bianca. Or I stop.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“The silent types are always the most dangerous.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“I want you to smile at me every day,” I say next to her ear and slam into her again. “Every.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Day.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“Tell me, Nina, if there wasn’t this deal between us, would you have come when I nodded?” he asks. “Nope.” I don’t expect him to ask me to elaborate, but he does, and his question surprises me. “Why not? Is it because of the wheelchair?” He says it conversationally, but there is a hidden undertone I can’t quite define. I abandon watching the crowd and look him right in the eyes. “It’s because I’m not a poodle, Mr. Petrov.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Why”—he buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my head lower until my mouth almost touches his lips—“did I buy the bracelet, Milene?” “Because I liked it?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you liked it,” he says as he presses his mouth to mine.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“I’m afraid someone may try to take you from me, and I have this compulsion to kill them all before they have a chance to give it a try.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“Roman?” “Yes?” “I have a confession to make.” I kiss her shoulder. “Something bad?” “Yeah. It’s . . . well, it’s a kind of a problem. A big one.” “Spill it, Nina.” She’s silent for a few moments, and then makes my world tilt on its axis with six short words. “I’m in love with you, Roman.” I close my eyes for a second and squeeze her tightly. It’s like everything around me stopped. “Then we share the same problem, malysh.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.” ― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?” I blink, then nod. “Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.” ― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths
“How old are you?” “Thirty-four. Having a wife and kids was never something I planned.” “And do you have a set plan for everything?” “For most things, yes.” He looks into my eyes. “Would you like to apply for the wife position?” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“You are one exceptionally rude person.” “What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“Put your hands on my wife,” I tell the idiot, “and you’re losing them.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.” ― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches
“She took my black heart with her the day she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I’m ruined for anyone else anyway.” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“I still find it unexpected, the way she touches my ruined face, with so much affection.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“I love when you pretend you’re docile.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“Who the fuck is Mark?” I jump and spin around to find Roman glaring down at me. “Why do you call him babe?” he demands. “And what kind of photo are you sending him?” ― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars
“Eyes on the mirror, Bianca. Or I stop.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“The silent types are always the most dangerous.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.” ― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers
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