Jessa Kane > Quotes

“My best friend’s father is at least six foot eight and every inch of him is rock hard and rippling. Barefoot. God, that intense glower. It makes me want to confess to crimes I haven’t committed”
― Jessa Kane, The Loner's Lady

“You are my universe. You are in my blood,” Ike rasps urgently into my ear. “I will worship and protect you all my life. I love you more than any man will ever love anything. Anyone.” He plants kisses all over my face, my neck, my hair. “I love you more with every breath I take. No, every breath you take. Your breaths keep you alive and so I love them, too.”
― Jessa Kane, Sacrificed to the Beast

“So I took and took, yanking her off that bike and replacing that popsicle in her mouth with my dick. I’ve been burning to fuck Delilah”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“For some reason, her features soften at that. “You don’t spend much time around women, do you?”

I shrug. “They are around once in a while, but they do not have eyes that hurt my stomach. In truth, I don’t care enough to look at them.” I grunt, bundling her closer. “You…you will be major distraction, kotik. Bad for my career.”

-Whitney & Maxim”
― Jessa Kane, The Fighter's Prize

“I thought of the beautiful blonde as I’d seen her that single time—riding around on her bike, licking a red popsicle—she”
― Jessa Kane, Pound of Flesh

“Oh, you’re never going to be alone again.” He rams his hips up into the juncture of my thighs, making me whimper. “Meet your permanent chaperone, princess.”
― Jessa Kane, Step Stalker

“Come hiking with me in this short skirt? What did you think was going to happen? You barely made it off the porch, little girl. How dare you bring this bratty little pussy into my house? Might as well have had my goddamn name stamped on it. Almost bent you over the kitchen table and fucked you in front of my son. Jesus, this cunt is tight as sin. Go on, sweetness. Moan louder. No one’s going to hear you.”
― Jessa Kane, The Loner's Lady

“You own this cock. Torture me or free me, Peyton. You decide.”

-Granger”
― Jessa Kane, My Best Friend, My Stalker

“This pussy needs a Daddy, doesn’t it, princess?”
― Jessa Kane, Step Stalker

“Maybe I should date a chef next to save some money.”
I perk up. “Ooh! Will he cook for me, too?”
Mason snorts. “We’re a package deal, babe. You know this.”
― Jessa Kane, The Loner's Lady

“I love you.” His voice is gruff, the line of his jaw flexing. “Like a goddamn fanatic. It claws deeper with every breath out of your mouth.” I’m grateful when he pauses so I can attempt to calm my racing heart. But then, “This book has become about you. You are the wife. I’m the man. And he’s slowly going crazy with need for her. He’s obsessed, the way I am with you. So obsessed he might drop dead of misery if she leaves.”
― Jessa Kane, His Summer Intern

“I’m itching to get my fingertips on her things. To go through her laundry and find the panties in which she had her first orgasm, so I can drag them all over my body, tie them in a knot around my dick.”
― Jessa Kane, Step Stalker

““What were you thinking? My girl. My sweet, sweet girl. What were you trying to do?” I can barely recognize his tone, it’s so steeped in anguish, cracking around the edges. His eyes are now red rimmed and delirious, his shaking hands traveling over every inch of my body. “You could have been killed. You knew you were going to be killed! How dare you. How dare you almost fucking die, Arya! You think my life for yours is an even trade? It’s not! It’s not. Do you think I’d want to live after you died in my arms? DO YOU?””
― Jessa Kane, Daddy's Worst Nightmare

“This love between me and Evan might have dark shades, might have nuances that people wouldn’t understand. It might even be wrong. But it’s right for us. This man held me up, reminded me I’m strong, showed me love.”
― Jessa Kane, My Husband, My Stalker

“Maybe lying is my marketable skill,”
― Jessa Kane, Sacrificed to the Beast

“Does she not care that I’m fucking in love here? She has to go around being cute every second of the day?”
― Jessa Kane, Suddenly His

“I love you.” His voice is gruff, the line of his jaw flexing. “Like a goddamn fanatic. It claws deeper with every breath out of your mouth.”
― Jessa Kane, His Summer Intern

“I don’t mean you’re mine for the fucking week. I mean always.” He turns over the coconut and warm, sticky moisture spills down onto my belly, trickling lower and creating a river of wetness that travels through the folds of my bare sex. “Open your legs for me, sweet little girl, and show me what I own by rights from now through eternity.”
― Jessa Kane, The Perfect Gift

“You came here to break me, but I’ve been broken for a year. I would have murdered any man in this town who tried to touch you. You’ve been mine—and that was before I knew you’ve been shaking your sweet ass for me every Sunday. I’ve busted so many times against the side of your house, I’ve worn the paint off.”
― Jessa Kane, Preacher Man

“Friends don’t wrap their legs around each other.” I shrug. “At least I don’t think so. I don’t have many friends.”

“But you’re so nice,” she deadpans.

I laugh. A quick bite of sound. I’m so startled by the noise, I almost turn around to see if someone else made it.”
― Jessa Kane, His Forbidden Obsession

“Jolie.

That’s her name.

Jolie Dubois.

I don’t bother writing it down, because it’s already engraved on my brain.

There are claws in my chest, rearranging organs and making me new. Making me into whatever she needs me to be. I will worship her. I will find this sweet girl and protect her from any harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. To fuck.

I’ve never had much interest in females. They are merely objects that need to be avoided so I can kill the men I am contracted to execute. They are occasional, faceless tools of comfort. This one is my angel. She was sent for me. My singing blood is telling me so.”
― Jessa Kane, My Husband, My Stalker

“I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.”
― Jessa Kane, Breaking the Bully

“For all I know, this man is her boyfriend. Or husband. I’m surprised to find I don’t care. I’m taking her home either way. If this prick is her boyfriend, they just broke up. If they’re married, we’ll get those papers signed. I’m not going anywhere without her.”
― Jessa Kane, Coach's Daughter

“Holding my breath, I wait for him to walk through the door, my butt pressed to the dining room table. I’m very aware of my nearly naked state, especially when he enters the cabin fully clothed, his eyes pinning me down immediately.

“Fuck,” he grates, blue eyes flaring. “Like I need a reminder why I drove ninety miles an hour to get back here. You’re a goddamn angel, Jessie.”
― Jessa Kane, His Outlaw Valentine

“Saying I miss you would be inadequate. Every second without you is poison.”
― Jessa Kane, His Prize Pupil

“He named it Mine.
The New York Times called it, “A terrifying glimpse inside the mind of a deranged lunatic with an unhealthy obsession with his wife.”
― Jessa Kane, His Summer Intern

“There’s a moment in every man’s life when he senses his downfall. Sees it hurtling straight at him like a goddamn torpedo. Maybe it’s a bad poker bet, a wrong turn in a terrible neighborhood, or one line of coke too many.
Mine is a redhead.”
― Jessa Kane

“Misery swims in his countenance. He’s affected by the story of my past, but he’s steeling himself, forcing his humanity into hiding in favor of whatever cold creature he’s become. “You’re asking me permission to continue being a masseuse?”

“I don’t need your permission.”

His laughter is made of coal. “Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.”

I see the warm man who held me in his arms earlier. I see him right there under the surface, but there’s a layer of madness preventing me from reaching him.
“You’re killing what I feel for you, Walker,” I say brokenly. “You’re killing it.”
― Jessa Kane, The Mobster's Masseuse

“Quinn?” he says hoarsely, his harsh breaths pelting my mouth.

“Yes?”

“I’ve wanted to marry you since this morning.”

I laugh tearfully, my chest squeezing. “You have?”

“Yes.” He pulls me tight to his body, his chest rising and falling with unsteady shudders. “Quinn?”

“Yes?”

“I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you.”

-Quinn & Desmond”
― Jessa Kane, A Serving of Forever

“I found my angel and made her mine.

No, I have to keep her. Safe. Happy. Untouched by anyone but me.

Forever.”
― Jessa Kane, My Husband, My Stalker