Kit Rocha Quotes & Sayings

Let's go round up your little lost lamb, angel. Before any big bad wolves get ideas. — Kit Rocha

No right or wrong, only two people in pain, and no way to fix it. — Kit Rocha

She wasn't the desert or the flowers. She wasn't ice or steel. She was a goddamn diamond, formed under terrible pressure, as hard and unforgiving as the rock Logan had put on her finger. — Kit Rocha

Dallas sprawled behind, and Six had no doubt the man was aware of everything. Of Lex and Rachel, of the area beyond their circle of light, of every possible variable. Hell, he probably knew how many breaths Six had taken since she sat down. — Kit Rocha

The rest? The rest, she had to give. — Kit Rocha

She'd always known she could tolerate pain. Now she knew she could survive pleasure. — Kit Rocha

So you want to let it go before it gets snatched away. — Kit Rocha

They can lick you, darling. They can stroke you and suck you and pet you, but they can't have you. The only question now is how many times I'm gonna watch you come before I get my cock in you. — Kit Rocha

His illicit allure would wear thin eventually, and the hero always got the girl. — Kit Rocha

Here's a freebie, no tears required. Loving the hell out of sex doesn't mean you're always in the mood. Even when you have a cock. — Kit Rocha

Noelle slid up Rachel's body and turned her face with a gentle hand on her cheek. "Ace has to make his choice," she murmured, stroking Rachel's lips. "He doesn't get to lock you away from pleasure because he's all tangle up. You're made for joy. — Kit Rocha

Fucking was comprehensible. Fucking was neat and fast and clean, even when it was messy. This was something else.
Seduction. — Kit Rocha

Honey, getting a dick inside you is only part of sex, not all of it. — Kit Rocha

He looked like an angel - not the kind with harps and halos, but an angel of war, fierce and terrifying. — Kit Rocha

That much he understood now - the compulsion born of secrecy, how silence was its own sort of prison. The relief that came with being able to tell someone, anyone, all those things you were supposed to keep locked up. — Kit Rocha

decent ladies don't cry, because tears are how wicked women make righteous men doubt their convictions. — Kit Rocha

If I could have anyone or anything, it'd be you. — Kit Rocha

Despair was no different than drugs or booze or gambling - it could become a habit, just as easily as anything else. — Kit Rocha

She was sated and relaxed, which was quickly becoming his favourite look on her. Her sleep y smile wasn't meant to charm or soothe him. It wasn't a mask. This was Lex, stripped of all that bullshit she'd learned in Two. Not trying to be anyone's fantasy.
It made her his. — Kit Rocha

The water settled along with Lex's frantic breaths, and she lifted her face from the crook of Dallas's neck. "Jesus."

Grinning, Dallas pushed damp hair back from her cheek. "Yeah, that got a little out of hand. I can't seem to keep my cock out of you. — Kit Rocha

I was Cery's best pupil, but only in certain subjects. Oral sex and improvised weaponry, for example, though rarely in conjunction. — Kit Rocha

Careful, Rae. So careful. Because Cruz will ask. He'll demand every fucking detail, and I'll tell him. — Kit Rocha

No one could survive so much heat after a lifetime of ice. — Kit Rocha

I'll be any man you want. A king or a beggar or a farmer or a killer. But I'll never be the man who can let you walk away. — Kit Rocha

Maybe tonight. This is the fantasy I never dared have. Then he'd give her one she wouldn't forget. — Kit Rocha

When this was over, he'd have time to teach her the truth. He was always crazy when it came to her. — Kit Rocha

If you want answers, listen to what people are saying when you haven't asked them a question. — Kit Rocha

I'll be a perfect gentleman. Just clit-sucking and jerking off, no funny business. — Kit Rocha

She'd have to trust Jasper, knowing he was human. Knowing he could hurt her, even when he didn't mean to. She'd have to trust that he'd do his best, and make amends when his best wasn't enough. — Kit Rocha

Lex lets you off the hook way too easily, you know that?" "Of course I do." No laughter now. Dallas's expression was deadly serious. "Why do you think being a better man matters so damn much? The sex, that's good, but it's not the prize. Trust is the prize, and the fight's not about winning it or keeping it. It's about deserving it, and that's a fight a man's got to have with himself. Every fucking day. — Kit Rocha

If keeping me off your dick wasn't punishment, what was it?"
... "Foreplay."
... "We've had six years of that. Do we really need more?"
Dallas grinned. — Kit Rocha

You can't do it, can you? Just turn it off and let us fuck you? — Kit Rocha

Dallas didn't have the luxury of keeping them all cozy anymore. Shut them down. Start with the power grid. Let's see how those fancy motherfuckers like the dark. — Kit Rocha

Life should always be this simple. This fucking easy. — Kit Rocha

But you got stupid. Never go soft over a piece of ass, man. Never. — Kit Rocha

He knows what's his."
Lex's knees went weak. "Do you know, Dallas?"
"Every fucking thing I see," he replied, close enough for his breath to stir the hair at her temple. "But you most of all. You above everyone. — Kit Rocha

Who the hell did that
just sat around, sharpening his knife collection like it was no big deal? — Kit Rocha

I don't need to claim you. But I always, always want you. — Kit Rocha

Men think they like wide-eyed innocence until someone like you swallows their cock down like she can't get enough of it. — Kit Rocha

Desire blazed in his eyes, but his voice was pure patience. — Kit Rocha

See, Six? This is what makes life worth living. Men who don't know if they wanna fight or fuck, but will climb into a cage to figure it out in front of everyone in the sector. — Kit Rocha

Either they're worth saving, or they're worth saving so we can kill them more slowly later. — Kit Rocha

The O'Kanes fucked freely and gleefully, but that wasn't why they fell in love. They found the people who carried them through the fuckups and cherished them even though they were flawed, fallible humans. Nessa — Kit Rocha

Agony. There was no other word for it, not just the pain but the craving. The bone-deep knowledge that she'd die without the drugs, the moments where she would have done anything to end the torment. — Kit Rocha

Just be Jared." She arched, pulling him closer. "I love him. I love you. — Kit Rocha

In fairy tales, there were always ogres or evil queens or circumstances to be overcome. But in real life, you could give everything you had, everything you were, for someone, and still fall short. — Kit Rocha

I know shit about sex that would make hookers blush, but I haven't had a lot of it that was memorable." His — Kit Rocha

I can't do this without you. I can't be Dallas without Lex. — Kit Rocha

She had rules, good ones. No men with brains. No men with power. No men who might find themselves on the opposite side of the O'Kanes for any reason that mattered. And, most especially, no men who made her feel things that might make her forget the reasons she needed those rules. Nessa — Kit Rocha

But family was family, full stop. — Kit Rocha

Some had been smart and some had been funny, and others still had given him big eyes while being both. And he loved women. He loved the filthy temptresses and the newly, earnestly horny and the women who fucked for money. Rachel wasn't special because they were less ... She was special because they were all fucking amazing, and she still felt like more. — Kit Rocha

Grief was something you could work through, but regret lived forever, tormenting you with everything you might have done differently. — Kit Rocha

The best acting happens when you're not acting. You have to believe what's happening, feel it - even if it's just for a little while. So I'm going to run a club, the best damn club I can, and whatever comes of that is - — Kit Rocha

Cruz stroked her arms, following them up to her shoulders. "So obedient. Did you know she'd be like this?" "I knew she'd be perfect." Ace cupped her chin and pressed his thumb to her lips. "How much of my cock can you take without choking, angel?" Another prickle of heat washed over — Kit Rocha

Because whatever was going on between him and Rachel and Cruz hurt like hell, but the pain was a pinprick compared to the satisfaction when Cruz growled his name or Rachel whimpered it. If he could just figure out a way for both of them to do it at the same time, they could tear his heart out of his chest and burn it to ash, and he'd still go to hell happy. — Kit Rocha

Beautiful, Lili. I love that word, but it's not enough for you. Not nearly. — Kit Rocha

Fucking. It doesn't start when you get naked, not the way I do it. — Kit Rocha

Physical pleasure was a fucking beautiful thing, but it was fleeting. The thrill of having her curl trustingly against his chest as he lifted her from the bed would linger.
Maybe even forever. — Kit Rocha

Always mine, sunshine. Your mind and your heart
" He rolled into her, tilting her hips until he could grind against her clit. "Your perfect fucking body. Mine. — Kit Rocha

Besides, you could still find honor among thieves, if you knew the right ones. — Kit Rocha

God the way he was looking at her, with no pity or disgust. Intense, with only the slightest softening around his eyes to save his features from harshness. There was something contemplative in his gave, like he was imagining some future where bad things didn't happen to her. As if he was silently begging her to imagine it too. — Kit Rocha

Ace would be the first to turn the words into a joke, one about how artists fell in love every day before noon and got their hearts broken by dinner. — Kit Rocha

Dallas kicked the door shut and sank into a chair. "Guess it's not going to come as a surprise that you've got some of the ladies riled up."
No, the women would be circling the wagons, protecting Mia no matter what. "Surprise? Not really."
"Yeah, someone had to sit on Nessa to keep her from coming over here to crawl halfway up your ass." Dallas draped his arms across his chest and studied Ford. "The good news? Lex hasn't tried to stab you yet, so you've got that going for you."
"Maybe she just hasn't gotten around to it." Ford met his boss's gaze squarely. "Or she sent you to do it for her."
"Lex doesn't send a man to do her stabbing for her. — Kit Rocha

None of us would still be here if we hadn't learned to laugh so no one could see us cry." Hiding — Kit Rocha

But only men think a duel over a woman is actually about the woman. — Kit Rocha

A whole damn life of bliss and hope and tripping over rainbows. — Kit Rocha

Whatever we do, we do it together. — Kit Rocha

Dirty's saying I'm going to make you come. Obscene's saying I'm going to spread your pretty pink pussy lips open and spank your clit until you come all over my face. — Kit Rocha

I know it's not a lot of comfort right now, but the bad reminds you just how good everything else is. You've got to have both. — Kit Rocha

He's bad at words, but he's still talking to us. We just have to learn his language. — Kit Rocha

Respect was letting her want anything that got her off. Not just that, but giving it to her, in all its filthy, debauched glory. — Kit Rocha

I thought being a good guy would be easier. — Kit Rocha

He wasn't a cold, aloof god anymore, but a flesh-and-blood man who could bleed, hurt. Want. — Kit Rocha

There was a beauty to an elegantly designed circuit board that rivaled anything found in nature. — Kit Rocha

Witnessing this sort of unbridled sexuality could be addictive. — Kit Rocha

If everyone feels good, nothing's bad. — Kit Rocha

If he was too gentle, too careful, then she could barely trust herself not to destroy him. But if he demanded... If he took. — Kit Rocha

Sometimes, people won't like what you do. Do it anyway. It's better to be happy and hated than miserable. — Kit Rocha

She was just waking up, and if he could have a hand in making sure that the world she woke up to was a good one, a decent place where things made sense ... He had to. — Kit Rocha

Dallas O'Kane had patience ... until he didn't. And then he burned shit to the ground. — Kit Rocha

Easy, love. Easy. — Kit Rocha

That's how selfish I am. It's not enough to watch you ride my dick. I want you to love it. Need it. Choose it. — Kit Rocha

There's more to sex, the really good kind, than orgasms. — Kit Rocha

This is one fucking morbid pissing contest. Can't you just compare dick sizes? — Kit Rocha

Maybe she'd never understand the rules of this place enough to blend in, but she had to keep trying. — Kit Rocha

Murmuring soothing noises, Dallas settled himself between her thighs and pressed a soft kiss to her clit. "You're all right." He eased the second sphere out of her. "I've got you."
She laughed and covered her face with her hands. "No, you don't. I can't stop spinning."
He dropped another kiss, this time to her inner thigh. "Nothing wrong with spinning." One final tug and another full-body shudder from Lex, and he tossed the toy aside. "I'll catch you, love. I'll always catch you."
"Will you?" She traced his jaw. "Even when you're spinning with me?"
"Especially then. — Kit Rocha

The ladies are sweet and earnest and eager enough to make my dick hurt. — Kit Rocha

For you?" Her gaze was solemn. "I've been waiting for years."

Levity bled into a fresh wave of hunger so intense that it shoved him across that final line. He shook as the truth tore from him, a promise or an admission or maybe a plea for forgiveness. "Me too. Christ, me too. — Kit Rocha

I was so busy trying not to break Rachel's heart that I didn't see it shatter. I've been walking on the pieces for months, grinding them into fucking dust. — Kit Rocha

I wanted you," he repeated in a softer voice, touching his thumb to her lower lip. "But I like you better like this. I never wanted you to need me, and now you don't."

"Not like you mean." Being this close to him was sparking the now-familiar buzz, arousal flowing through her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I need you in better ways."

"The best ones," he agreed, and kissed her. — Kit Rocha

I love you, Finn."
He closed his eyes. "I'm gonna work every fucking day until I deserve you."
"Shh." She leaned her forehead to his and shook her head. "Just ... show me. — Kit Rocha

I used to go into every fight not giving a damn if I walked away from it. Dying didn't mean shit. — Kit Rocha

Fucking hell." He smoothed her hair back with shaking fingers before turning to kiss her cheek. "All those years wasted, when I could have been loving you."
The answer was easy, obvious. "You were."
He choked on a laugh and coaxed her head back, urging her to meet his eyes. "Fine, then. All those wasted years, I could have been being loved."
"You were that, too. — Kit Rocha

No more shame, no more insecurity - just the easy give and take between three people who never got bored with unwrapping the many layers of each other's fantasies. You — Kit Rocha

I don't know if I have the willpower to let you put your mouth on me. I won't last, not tonight."

It was intoxicating, the thought that he could want her that hard, that much. "So? Come in my mouth, and then show me all the things you've wanted to do to me."

Noah groaned, his fingers tightening until her scalp tingled. "That is a filthy fucking suggestion. — Kit Rocha

You didn't give me a chance to take care of you." An idea he could still barely wrap his head around. "No one does, Six. Not like you mean." "Because you have to let them. And it's hard." Her hands trembled, and she crossed her arms over her chest, as if to hide it. "You have to trust someone to see you when you're weak. And you have to trust yourself to leave if they break you. — Kit Rocha

I think it's hard to see people clearly when your heart gets in the way. When you want something to be real, you look for proof instead of truth. — Kit Rocha

I don't know how many busted bones he had, but he felt like a bag full of broken glass when Bren and I went to move him. — Kit Rocha

Need, brother. You say you're not a joiner, but this is a hell of a world to be a loner in. — Kit Rocha

You're tough enough to take it." "Everything." Every rough, raw part of him, head to toe. Body and soul. — Kit Rocha