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“if you wear a mask long enough, you start to forget who you really are.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Playing with Hellfire

“Around you, I lose my thoughts and control,” he admits, his fingers curling around my hand, having no intention of releasing me. “I don’t know what’s come over me half the time, but aside from being unable to stop thinking about grabbing you over my lap and fucking you right now, I want to keep you safe. That’s why I asked earlier. I am on your side.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket

“Cain's hand slips into mine, our fingers interlacing, his warmth spreading over me. “You don’t have to fear anything while you’re with me.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket

“Apparently, I'm capable of a lot more seduction than I ever thought possible.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Playing with Hellfire

“What we have is primal and raw, and at this moment, I’d die before letting her go.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket

“This woman does things to me I can’t explain or control. And although her influence over me is unnerving at times and a bit dangerous, that’s what makes it… dare I say, fun?”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket

“Hell is empty. All the devils are here.” William Shakespeare.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Playing with Hellfire

“can see our reflections in the mirror above and the sight of him hovering over me only heightens the sensations spinning through me. A delicious pleasure is mounting, and I can’t stop any of it. I’m completely at his mercy.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Playing with Hellfire

“Elias’s expression is twisted into a scowl, and for a moment my heart stops, unsure what he's got planned. But then he drags me into a forceful kiss, his mouth crashing onto mine. Butterflies burst in my stomach, batting their wings wildly. I can't breathe. I'm letting a demon kiss me. But my body seems to respond on its own, and I grasp his shirt and haul him closer, kissing him back. He claims my tongue into his mouth as my knees wobble beneath me. He is huge, towering over me while I push myself onto tippy toes to reach him easier.  I close my eyes and let myself float on the promise he makes in his kiss. Strong hands dig into my back as his hold tightens. Our tongues tangle, and this wicked, taboo kiss is wrong, but I can’t stop myself. "You smell and taste so good," he murmurs against my mouth when he finally pulls away. I breathe out slowly, lowering myself back onto my heels. As I come back into my senses, a thread of embarrassment crawls over my cheeks that I let myself fall so easily for his charm. “We need to go.” Suddenly, he seizes my hand and storms back through the myriad of corridors with me by his side. It’s like the reality of our kiss has hit him as well. I have no doubt he's dragging me back to my room, intent on locking me away. The truth of what just happened sinks through me too. We are different, and I'm not here to find a boyfriend. He’s my captor. Still… when he kissed me, it was like he was someone starved, and I was everything he needed. There’s something extremely attractive to having a man want me in that way, especially one that looks as rugged and handsome as Elias. I’m lucky if guys look at me in the first place; I’ve never snagged the attention of an Adonis-looking one. And now my lips are swollen and bruised, my underwear drenched.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Playing with Hellfire

“Why are you so beautiful when you cry?” I scrunch my nose, blinking at him. “I’m a mess. That’s the opposite of beautiful.” “You’re wrong. It’s the first time I've seen your real emotions. There’s no bravado or joking around, you are just being the real you. And it’s stunning.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket

“Strong hands grasp my waist, and Cain draws me back against him, his arms holding me tightly. “Nothing changes about how special you are to me, to Dorian, and to Elias.” I inhale, each breath shuddering all the way down to my lungs, and I grasp onto his arms, holding onto him like I can no longer stand on my own feet. “I’ve got you, Aria. You will never be alone ever again.”
― Harper A. Brooks, Hell in a Handbasket