Stella Rhys > Quotes

“Mason.”
“God, I love how much irritation you fit into just the syllables of my name.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“MASON: Send me a picture.
ME: Of me in it?
MASON: No of the sky. What else would I be asking for?
ME: I can’t now but later.
MASON: Why
MASON: Tell me it’s because you tried it on naked.
MASON: In case it’s not clear I’m sexting you now
MASON: For the love for God let me see you Taylor.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“You haven’t fucked anyone in three years, Lia, and your plan is to fuck someone else so you don’t give into your temptation to fuck me. And if we’re being blunt here, that kind of fucking pisses me off.”
… “So what?” she huffed. “I still reserve the right to sleep with whoever else I want.”
“No.” I stepped forward. “That’s not how it’s going to work”
“Shut up! Are you really going to be that person who’s known me a week and tries to tell me who I’m allowed to fuck?”
“No, I’m going to be that person who fucks you and gives you want you need because you know you don’t actually want anyone else,” I muttered, walking into her despite her hands pushing my chest. “You’re attracted to me, aren’t you? You haven’t been this attracted to anyone in a while. I woke up your need to fuck, so if you’re planning on fucking someone, why isn’t it the person you actually want?” I removed her hands from my chest and held them at her sides. “Why go for your second choice when your first wants you just as bad?”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“Mr. Roth, as it turns out, women sometimes do things for their own pleasure and happiness. I wear my clothes because I like them, and because I feel good in them. I enjoy feeling attractive, and if that catches your attention, then you are welcome to look. But unless I invite you, do not ever touch or assume you’re entitled to. Using the way I dress as an excuse for your lack of respect or self-control is not justified”
― Stella Rhys, Bad Boss

“I love the mundane moments I fall deeper in love with you and you have no idea.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“Tits. Ass. Cock. I know those words, Mason, and I know you think I’m so deeply prissy and vanilla but I’m actually a big girl, so you can go ahead and use them on me.”…
“You want it then?” His mutter was raspy and low and his eyes burned so deep into mine I felt paralyzed before he even spoke. “Fine, Taylor,” he whispered, pressing his hand down hard on my thigh. “You walked in here and the first thing I thought of was how goddamned good you looked and how bad I wanted to rip that dress off those perfect tits of yours. I thought about what you’d look like in those boots and those boots alone and it turned me into a fucking crazy person for a second because I had some very real thoughts about grabbing you, taking you home and fucking you on my bed till I could hear those pretty lips screaming my name. does that get the point across or do you want to hear just how hard and deep I imagined my cock inside you.”
Holy fuck.
Just like that, panties ruined.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“This is supposed to be one a one-night thing, Lukas,” I confessed, peering up to catch him raising an eyebrow.
“I didn’t realize.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you. I just planned on making it that way,” I said, hoping my bluntness would remind me of my mission here. Have sex. Be done. Move on. But Lukas was making that difficult for me.
“Certainly a first for me,” he smiled, studying me in the way that got my neck hot as well. “But as much as it turns me on to think that you used me for sex, I’m not quite done with you here.”
“Oh, no?”
“Not even close.”
“Well, too bad it’s not up to you.”
Lukas grinned. “You’ll want me again.”
“I won’t.”
“You already do. I can see it,” he said as I shook my head. “In all seriousness, Lia, your poker face is shit. Remind me to never take you to Vegas.”
I laughed but chucked the cap of my cream at his head. “For that, you have to chug your coffee in ten seconds and leave.”
“Fuck that. I’m making your ass a French omelette.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“Any other issues?”
“Minor concerns about how you’ll fake being a devoted boyfriend when you’ve never been one in real life.”
“I imagine the same way you’ll fake being a girlfriend who isn’t completely vanilla and devoid of passion.”
I glared. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Mason grinned. “Apparently that you can dish it but not take it.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“I’m going to need you to do something besides the deer in headlights look. You’re giving everyone the impression that I brought you here at gunpoint.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re sweet.”
“Seriously. Looking even moderately enthused will do.”
“Yeah, duly noted. How could I say no to such a sweet and sensitive boyfriend?”
Mason smirked… “I didn’t realize sweet and sensitive was what you wanted.”
“I think that’s what most girlfriends want, but I understand that you wouldn’t know that,” I replied, averting my eyes as Mason watched me gather my hair over one shoulder.
“Duly noted. If that’s what works with you, then here.” One step forward and Mason was suddenly inches from me. The breath hitched in my throat as he locked his gaze on mine. Shit.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“I’m not trying to fuck you. Don’t get me wrong, I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long goddamned while and I’ve pictured in you in bed more times than you want to imagine but trust me, if I was trying go fuck you, Taylor, you’d know it.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“My lip quivered as he hooked a finger into my panties. “Say the word and I’ll give you every pleasure Aaron never came close to giving you. I’ll make your pussy wetter than it’s ever been in your life.”
My pulse was hammering, my breaths shaky as a result. But I forced myself to speak. “Do it.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“What else can I do to show them you’re not just a fling?
I bit my lip, glancing around to confirm a few curious eyes before looking back at Mason. “I don’t know. Look at me like you’re smitten.”
Mason smirked but when he spoke, his voice was low and sober. “Easy,” he said, reaching to push a stray blonde lock behind my ear.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“I thought we were well past this game by now.”
“What game?” I blushed.
“The one where you act like I’m faking my physical attraction to you. You got my dick hard as a fucking rock in public yesterday. I think you should know by now that I genuinely enjoy looking at you and that it’s going to be torture for me tonight.
“I struggled to muster up a response. “What…what do you mean?”
“That I’m gonna get to watch you all night tonight – wear you on my arm, look at you, touch you. But I can’t go anywhere beyond that and if we’re being honest here, it’s going to fucking suck.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“So, this is a date.”
“No. It’s not a date,” she corrected hastily. “It’s just…foreplay.”
I could feel the dirtiness in my smirk. “I can work with that.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“He grew in me as I drowned in him.”
― Stella Rhys, Dare Me

“We face probably a hundred forks in the road over the course of our lives and I guarantee you no one has ever lived to make the right decision every time. But you can’t get the past back and you can’t spend your life wishing you could. You just have to trust that if you’re not in the right place right now, the steps you take from this point forward will get you there.”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“Yeah, on that note, I’m leaving. I’d prefer not to sit here and watch you get actively hard over Aly Stanton.”
― Stella Rhys, Dirty Deeds

“I’d been holed up in my apartment for so long that it felt as if I had no capacity to handle noise beyond the sound of The Office playing softly in the background of my day-to-day life. So”
― Stella Rhys, Hothead

“Oh, come on, Aly,” she frowned, patting my knee. “It’s going to be fine. I’m sure that you two can coexist platonically under one roof. And if for some reason, you fall out of the shower one day and land on his cock, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, right?”
― Stella Rhys, Dirty Deeds

“His stare never left mine, his blue eyes hot and harsh, piercing my soul as he fucked me mercilessly against the wall.”
― Stella Rhys, Dare Me

“I didn’t know what we were or what we were doing and I was sure it was a bad idea.
But I didn’t know when I was going to meet another Lia.
And everything felt too damned good to stop.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“At this point I’m pretty sure I have everything I need to be happy,” I said, blushing a little as I looked up to meet his eye.
“I’m pretty sure I do too,” he said, holding his gaze. “Actually I know that if you ever so much as think you’re missing something, I’ll find it for you,” he promised sweetly, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. “Because I’ve honestly only ever wanted you to be happy.”
― Stella Rhys, Dirty Deeds

“This is all I need,” he breathed. “All I need is you. No one makes me feel like this. You make me feel so fucking good, Lia. So. Fucking. Good.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“Once upon a time, I’d been dependent on whatever toxic brand of pleasure she breathed into my lungs.”
― Stella Rhys, Dare Me

“Aly was still drunk and going to town so hard on a Philly cheesesteak that she didn’t even look up at the first “surprise!” We had to say it twice for her to gasp, drop her sandwich, then drop to her knees and mourn the loss of her sandwich.”
― Stella Rhys, Hothead

“I needed you today,” he said softly, his forehead on mine. “I didn’t even know how bad. I’m just so fucking glad you’re here.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“Lake and I were unexplainable. There was a universe of context behind every move we made and every word we spoke.”
― Stella Rhys, Dare Me

“It was just… human instinct, I guess.” He raked his hands through his hair. “When you like someone, you don’t want to see them hurt. Simple as that.” “You”
― Stella Rhys, Ex Games

“You roped me in, you chased me and you got me basically hooked on you. But you’re keeping me at a distance because while I’m sure you like me, you like me best for one thing, and that’s sex.”
“That’s not true,” Lukas said without missing a beat.
“No?” I crossed my arms. “Prove it.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot

“I groaned, so turned on I hardly knew how to handle myself. “Just let me fucking kiss you,” I finally muttered.
She breathed out. “Fine.”
Grasping her hips, I slammed my lips over hers.”
― Stella Rhys, Sweet Spot