Callie Vincent > Quotes

“His lips fell back against mine and in the blink of an eye, our bathing suits were shed. He fisted my hair and tilted my head off to the side, nibbling down my neck as he sucked marks against my skin. I felt my pussy heating for him. I felt my toes curling as he kissed down the valley of my breasts. He cupped them forcefully, massaging and tweaking my puckered peaks as I moaned and squealed and whimpered. “Teo,” I whispered. He growled. “Already so wet for me.” He slid two fingers inside of my body and my back arched dangerously. He crooked them against that pebbled spot as his thumb slid against my clit, and already I felt my ending approaching. I fisted the bed sheets as he pumped his dexterous fingers, tickling that sweet spot that made my eyes widen and my jaw unhinge with silent pleasure. An unearthly drone bubbled up the back of my throat as my orgasm crashed over me. But, nothing felt even remotely wonderful compared to the feeling of his cock sliding between my legs. “Holy fuck,” he growled. He pinned my wrists above my head and pounded against my body. My tits jumped for his viewing pleasure as he planted his knees into the mattress. My legs locked around him as I opened myself up for his assault. His thick dick, sliding against my walls as they clamped around him. My body, puckering at every movement and every sound he graced me with. All I knew was pleasure. All I understood was his presence. And the only name that came to mind as my second orgasm approached was his name. “Teo! Holy shit!” I exclaimed. He grunted. “Come for me. Squeeze that tight little pussy ar—ound—oh, shit.” He slowed his movements long enough to work me through an ecstasy that crashed so hard against my body that my vision tunneled. My body shook and tensed. Contracted and released. Then finally, my back collapsed to the bed. I felt physically spent until Teo’s dick slid from between my legs. And automatically, I missed him.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“The way he moved with my body instead of against me made me want to drag him home, force him down onto the bed, and pull that damn cock of his out just so I could ride it.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“The darkness would always be my first love. My point is: my family wasn’t nearly as disgusting as the Lucchese Family. They had no moral code. They played by no rules. They had no respect for anyone, any thing, or any aspect of life. They were bottom-feeders. The lowest of the low. And they needed to be eradicated.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“God damn it, the woman was a treasure. “Mmmmm, so good,” she mumbled. I hissed at the vibrations of her voice. “That’s it. Suck that cock, Char.” “Oh, god,” she murmured. I grunted. “Didn’t that mother of yours tell you to not speak with your mouth full?”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“Raymond shook my hand next. “Might I be able to secure a spot on your lovely dance card for the evening, Miss Charlotte?”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“She ground her teeth together. “Fine. Let me get changed.” I smiled. “Good girl.” “No.” I paused. “What?” Something rushed behind her eyes that gave me pause. “Don’t you ever call me that again, understood? I don’t give a shit if you sink me to the bottom of the ocean, I will slap you the next time you call me that.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“nodded. “Of course. I can’t work beside the best prosecuting attorney in the state without holding my own.” He nodded. “I like that in a woman. A bit of strength. A bit of stubbornness.” Mom smiled brightly. “Well, my daughter is single.” “Mom,” I hissed. “Well, you are! And for far too long, if I might add.” Raymond faced me completely. “If that’s the case, then it’s a shame. You’re a beautiful, vibrant, intelligent woman. You should have every man who even looks at you falling at your feet.” I nodded politely. “Your words are kind, thank you.” “Say, would you be willing to go get—.” I handed Mom my wine glass. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I’m really not feeling well.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“-La vida no se trata solo de recuerdos, mamá. También se trata de amor, si lo dejas-”
― Callie Vincent, Pain and Pleasure

“felt his fingertips hovering just beyond my pussy lips and it angered me how much I wanted him to touch me. That devilish grin of his flashed itself at me before he brushed his nose along my cheek. Across my jawline. Down the pulse point of my neck. “Teo?” I whispered. And just as quickly as he had pinned me down, he was standing upright. Leaving me sprawled out on the bed with a dirty, abandoned plate. “Get some rest, Miss Pettigrew,” he said as he walked toward the door, “you’re going to need your strength.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“had no idea how long I’d been at this man’s place. Every meal he ate in front of me was torture. The chewing and the swallowing. That cheeky little grin of his I wanted to claw off his fucking face. The only thing that brought me solace was how deep those gashes on his face were. I still had his blood clogging the underbelly of my fingernails. And the scabs across that peachy little face of his always brought me a modicum of joy to see.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“blinked. “So, why are you here? Why confront me now?” And in the flicker of a second, I saw the barrel of a silenced gun pointed at my head. “Because one way or another, we’re getting a return on your investment. Whether your mother is stubborn about it or not.”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“With every step I took, I backed her up to her bed. I released her chin as she sat down, her eyes growing as she stared up at me. My cock wanted her. My lips needed her. My tongue wanted nothing more than to taste her like I had in my dreams every fucking night”
― Callie Vincent, Monster

“-¿No es así la vida? ¿Recordar y seguir eligiendo seguir adelante? Hacer más recuerdos para mirar hacia atrás. Tal vez incluso reemplazarlos con los de mierda.”
― Callie Vincent, Pain and Pleasure