Joanna Wylde Quotes & Sayings

Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake asshole. — Joanna Wylde

This new guy had shoulder-length, darkish hair and a face so perfectly handsome he could've been a movie star. — Joanna Wylde

Things had changed between us in a profound way, something I think we both knew. All our fighting and nitpicking seemed so silly now. So did my endless agonizing about whether or not I should be with him. Once a man disposes of a body for you, the moral high ground has been lost. — Joanna Wylde

Yeah, this good-guy bullshit wasn't his gig at all. — Joanna Wylde

My mom's in jail right now for assault with a deadly weapon, which was pretty stupid of her, I admit. But she took good care of us growing up. She worked her ass off before she blew out her back and started drinking. Chronic pain, you know? But she never would have tried to run over that cop if she'd stuck it out in the anger management program. I'm still not sure why she went after that second guy, he's not the one who wrote the parking ticket ... . Horse burst out laughing, biting it back quick. — Joanna Wylde

Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit ... Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel? — Joanna Wylde

Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need. — Joanna Wylde

Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch? — Joanna Wylde

Because I swear to you, sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. — Joanna Wylde

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more ...
And that was a problem. — Joanna Wylde

I started my career in journalism and researched outlaw motorcycle club culture extensively for my stories. This included talking to people in club life, many of whom answered questions for me throughout the writing process. The Reaper's Legacy manuscript was reviewed and corrected by a woman attached to an outlaw MC. — Joanna Wylde

I'm not a bitch," I replied, and it took everything I had to keep my voice steady. "I'm a mother. I can't afford to play games with you, Ruger. You'll break me. — Joanna Wylde

The fact that my dick's in it's happy place is probably saving your life. Trust me when I say I'm seriously considerin' strangling you, Sophie. Thinking about fuckin' you balances that out. — Joanna Wylde

I've been wonderin' if I could take you - whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it. — Joanna Wylde

Gonna fuck you now."
"Sure," I whispered, dazed. "Not sure I'm gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something. — Joanna Wylde

Horse: Wood like you were sporting usually implies the opposite. Unless it was for me? If that's the case, I'm genuinely flattered. No judgements. — Joanna Wylde

You deserve a man who'll fight for you, baby girl. You remember that, all right? — Joanna Wylde

Jesus, you piss me off," he murmured. "Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot."
"Don't call it that."
His lip twitched.
"Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound? — Joanna Wylde

I promise, I will never shoot you by accident. — Joanna Wylde

Nothing says "commitment" like accessory to murder. — Joanna Wylde

My name on her lips twisted something up inside my chest. Looking back, I think that's the instant I made my decision. I wasn't going to give her up. Ever. I'd die first. — Joanna Wylde

So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison
on my birthday no less — Joanna Wylde

Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few
Me: Church?!?? Didn't peg you for a church kind of guy
Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates
Me: Don't get holy water in your beer! — Joanna Wylde

Had disappeared to meet her online hottie, Liam. She was — Joanna Wylde

Someday I'd be classy if it killed me - probably not today, though. — Joanna Wylde

It wasn't personal - more of a "been there, done that, got my lifetime supply of psychological trauma" kind of thing. — Joanna Wylde

Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren't gonna let me stick my dick in you," he muttered.
"Do you have to be so crude?" I snapped.
"Have you met me?"
"Who says I'd let you do it anyway?"
"Babe," he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me. — Joanna Wylde

Well I don't care how other people live" I said. "If they want to let their men sleep around, that's their business. But I'll be damned if I'll put up with it. Not good enough for me, and no way I want Noah growing up thinking that's how you treat a woman. Ruger can take his offer, stick it on a fork, and shove it up his ass. Now I need to find a job and somewhere to live, because I'm sure as hell not living with him any longer. — Joanna Wylde

Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I'd have to go on a killing spree. — Joanna Wylde

Kind of like Batman. On a motorcycle. — Joanna Wylde

Sophie seemed to understand sisterhood. Sometimes sisters need to shut their mouths and drop it. This was definitely one of those times. — Joanna Wylde

I've never ridden a bike before."
Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
"Lookin' forward to being your first, babe. — Joanna Wylde

I need you, Mel. I need you way too much as a friend to risk it. I know I've done a truly shitty job trying to communicate with you about this, but if you had any idea how important you are to me ... Christ, you're one of the few things that kept me sane inside. Thinking about you, getting your letters. We gotta find a way, babe. We can't do this. — Joanna Wylde

Sometimes the nastiest shit happens behind the prettiest doors, while everyone laughs and smiles and pretends everything's okay. Here's the thing about my world. We're fucked up. We own it. We take care of business and move on. — Joanna Wylde

You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph. — Joanna Wylde

Shut it down, Wonder Woman demanded. You have sex with him tonight and you're officially a prostitute. A cheap prostitute. You think I'd fuck Batman for anything less than ten grand? — Joanna Wylde

My nipples hardened (traitorous little bitches) and my eyes widened. — Joanna Wylde

I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry - I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It'll be good between us. You know it will. — Joanna Wylde

I'm in charge here, don't forget it, he stated. I nodded, mesmerized. — Joanna Wylde

Ruger was over six feet tall, roped with muscle and annoyingly handsome in an I'm-probably-a-murderer-but-I've-got-dimples-and-a-tight-ass-so-you'll-still-lust-after-me kind of way. — Joanna Wylde

Open your mouth," Liam told me. I shook my head. He pushed forward into me again, and his dick felt even bigger and harder now. Holy shit, this was turning him on. Kidnapping girls turns him on. Fuck. FUCK. "Open. Your. Mouth," he said again, and this time the menace in his voice was unmistakable. His prick nudged me again, and then his hips, shifting, sliding it slowly up the crack of my ass. I felt a whole new level of fear. Who is this man? — Joanna Wylde

But I never cheated on your mom. Never wanted to. You need a man who feels the same way, and don't stop until you find him. — Joanna Wylde

When you're someone's property, you're a woman the brothers will die to protect," he continued, his voice softening. "They'll die to protect your kid, too. Don't turn that kind of loyalty into something ugly because you don't like the words we use. Dancer, Marie, Maggs? They're proud to be property, because they know what it means. Nobody forcing them to do anything. — Joanna Wylde

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe. — Joanna Wylde

Next time I'll rip your dick off, she muttered, eyes narrowing. Okay, so round two was definitely out for now. Noted. — Joanna Wylde

More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine. — Joanna Wylde

I'd never be more than a toy to him, and the men in his family had a history of breaking their toys.
They just did it in different ways. — Joanna Wylde

Shit," Clutch said after a few minutes. "The high-def has totally ruined porn. Are those ingrown hairs? — Joanna Wylde

What, surprised that the bone you're fighting over can talk? Well fuck all of you! — Joanna Wylde

They're your family, and now they're my family, too. I'm not a civilian and I didn't fall in love with a stockbroker. I fell in love with a Devil's Jack. I know what it means to wear a cut. — Joanna Wylde

That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled. — Joanna Wylde

You ready to go home?" I asked.
"I've been ready to go home all night. I still hate you."
"You need to find new insults. That's getting old."
"Fuck off."
Grinning, I climbed onto my bike. She climbed up behind me, tucking in tight and wrapping her arms around my waist, tits pressed against my back. For the first time in forever things in my world felt right, twisted as that sounds.
She was mine. She'd always be mine. — Joanna Wylde

What the hell is that?" I asked. "I mean, what are you supposed to be dressed like?" "I'm a sexy carrot." I looked at Dad and shook my head slowly. He wouldn't meet my eyes. — Joanna Wylde

You just admitted you're mine," he replied slowly. "I've been wonderin' if I could take you - whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. — Joanna Wylde

Is this the point where I sing the little song about Pic and London sittin' in a tree?" "Only if you want the tree shoved up your ass. — Joanna Wylde

Never point a gun unless you're ready to end a life. -Horse — Joanna Wylde

Fuck. You."
He smirked. "Later, sweetheart. Now try to keep your mind on business for me like a good girl. — Joanna Wylde

True story," Horse chimed in. "Fuck with us, we'll fuck you back. Harder. Always. — Joanna Wylde

I screwed the King of the Man-whores - condom-free - in a damned shed, because I'm classy like that. — Joanna Wylde

Fuck me, Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms — Joanna Wylde

Hey, sweet butt, he said. That broke the spell. Sweet butt? What the hell kind of guy called a girl he'd never met something like that? — Joanna Wylde

You want the freedom to sleep around. I'm not willing to give you that. I want more. Sounds like we have a fundamental difference of opinion here, and I'm not going to try and change you. But I'll tell you one thing, Ruger- I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit about me, as a person. Someone who values me enough not to fuck other women. I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than settle for what you're offering. Consider yourself a hell of a booty call, but that's it. We clear? — Joanna Wylde

She'd never been more beautiful - at his mercy, covered in his seed, and marked so that any man who saw her would know she was fucking owned. He wanted to tattoo his name across her ass and keep her tied up like this all day, ready and waiting for his cock. — Joanna Wylde

He glanced over to the stage, where a nearly naked woman gyrated lifelessly around the pole. She could've been cleaning toilets for all the enthusiasm she showed. — Joanna Wylde

Do you want me to reschedule, or can you move to your bedroom? I generally frown on cleaning around people while they're having sex. All sorts of potential OSHA violations. — Joanna Wylde

I won't fuck around," he said. "Just so you know. I nearly lost you. I won't risk that again. I told you before I'd never be a one-woman man, but I was wrong. — Joanna Wylde

I'm with you, Em. Don't doubt that, okay? No matter what happens or what you hear ... Promise? — Joanna Wylde

I can't imagine anything more fun that spending a holiday in the home of the man who wants me dead. Like our own fuckin' Hallmark movie, but with live ammo. — Joanna Wylde

I want you to be my old lady, babe. That's all I have to offer. I'm a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I'll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That's everything I've got and it's all yours if you'll take it. — Joanna Wylde

Ruger's in there too. Hands covered in blood so they arrested him. He had to tackle your girl to get the gun away from her. She'd gone all Pulp Fiction on us, ready to defend you by killing all of us if she had to. Crouched over your body like Wonder Woman. Gives me a boner just thinking about it. — Joanna Wylde

Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn. — Joanna Wylde

You're a pig," I whispered back. "You know that, right?"
"So far bein' a pig works for me, babe," he said. "Gotta go now. Check out the college. Hit the clinic and get some pills. Don't call your brother. Cook something fuckin' great for dinner and don't wear any panties. That's all I ask. — Joanna Wylde

You're cute when you're pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard. — Joanna Wylde

I don't say sweet things and make love and all that bullshit. I like sex hard and rough, no holding back. — Joanna Wylde

Run! my brain screamed, but my feet didn't move. Seriously. No movement at all, just like in one of those dreams where a giant dinosaur suddenly appears in the grocery store parking lot and you can't seem to start running away or even throw a package of chicken thighs to create a diversion, no matter how hard you try. — Joanna Wylde

Marie Caroline Jensen, will you marry me?" he asked suddenly, looking right into my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to decide how long to drag it out. Maybe a little longer ... he'd used the "b" word, I should probably make him suffer. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes as he stopped laughing and grew still.
"Marie?" he asked, his voice suddenly strained. "Oh fuck, don't do this to me, please. I - "
"Yes," I said, catching his eye and smirking. "I'll marry your big, dumb ass but only because you said the magic word."
"Fuck? You're right, that is a magic word. Let's test it out. — Joanna Wylde

Love' is a word that doesn't mean a damned thing to me. 'Em,' though? That's a word that means everything. I'd die for you, babe. Kill for you, too. I stood up to my club for you and I don't regret any of it, not for a minute. So, you wanted to know how I feel? I don't even have a word for what I feel, sweetheart. I just know it's really fuckin' good. — Joanna Wylde

We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice. — Joanna Wylde

I fell for Levi "Painter" Brooks the first time I saw him, although in all fairness I did have a head injury at the time. — Joanna Wylde

Um, Sophie? I have a face, you know, he added, and my eyes jerked up from his stomach. — Joanna Wylde

Puck: Thought you weren't that kind of girl.
Becca: What kind of girl?
Puck: My kind. — Joanna Wylde

I promise," she said softly, biting her lip. "I will never shoot you by accident." I considered her response. "That's less comforting than you'd think. — Joanna Wylde

How 'bout this? You go ahead and feel guilty about being an accomplice, and I'll go ahead keep doing your dirty work so you don't break a fuckin' nail or something. Then tonight we'll open a bottle of wine and talk about how today made us deel. Maybe eat some chocolate while we're at it, then watch The Notebook together. That work for you? — Joanna Wylde

Let's be honest here," I said, throwing it all out. "We both know I'm gonna fuck up. But I'm pretty sure I love you, Em." Her breath caught. "What did you just say?" "I love you, — Joanna Wylde

If Becca had any sense, she'd turn cold spray on my crotch. — Joanna Wylde

Her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat. — Joanna Wylde

Puck: So I offered her a hand because I'm a giver like that. — Joanna Wylde

Men like us, we live to ride, and ride to live — Joanna Wylde

Horse: Fuckin' knight in shining armor. Might wanna trade your bike in for a pretty pink unicorn to ride, seein' as you're such a special snowflake and all. — Joanna Wylde

How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property? — Joanna Wylde

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it. — Joanna Wylde

Maybe I should stand outside the Adam & Eve store holding a sign reading "Single Mom, Anything Helps" and a cup for change. — Joanna Wylde

I'd fallen in love with Melanie Tucker.
Not some little-boy, bullshit needy "love" ... This was deep, almost painful in its unholy intensity. It was like she'd sent tendrils burrowing deep inside, binding us together so tightly I'd die if I ever tried to pull them out.
I was truly, deeply, and utterly fucked, because I fucking loved this girl ... and she wasn't for me. — Joanna Wylde

You want to kick me in the balls again? Christ, did those words just come out of my mouth? — Joanna Wylde

No offence, Em, but us being together is way too dangerous and crazy to risk for just sex. Fuck that. I want do to this right. Are you with me? — Joanna Wylde

It's a guy thing," he told me. "We like taking care of our women. You don't let me help you, the other boys'll make fun of me and then I'll have to cry. Are you trying to make me cry, London?" He blinked at me like an innocent puppy, and I couldn't help it. I started laughing, and we both knew he'd won. "You suck," I told him. "You like it." He was right - I totally did. — Joanna Wylde

Um, hate to break it to you, nut Em doesn't need justice", I pointed out, voice heavy with sarcasm. "She needs to not get cut with a knife in the first place. Women are finicky that way - we like not getting cut. — Joanna Wylde

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie. — Joanna Wylde

Fuck you. Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore - Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral. — Joanna Wylde

You didn't hurt me, babe," he said. "You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that's ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah - it changed me forever. I didn't want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn't. — Joanna Wylde