Quotes About Breaking Down

Marissa Holland never cared about having a mate despite all of her friends going on and on about it as long as she could possibly remember. To her that meant having to become submissive to some man and that wasn't her thing. Until the day teacher Travis Hurst showed up in her life, that is when she began to understand what having a mate truly meant. However, young university student Marissa refuses to go down without a fight. Instead of accepting blindly, she chooses to fight the temptation that is Travis and the alluring thrill of the pull she feels towards him. Will the wild Marissa be able to withstand or is her fate to be dominated?

Caught in a ruthless conspiracy, Maisie Vanderbilt lost her chastity and was forced to move out of her home. Six years later, she returned to the country with three little rugrats tagging along, ready for revenge. To her surprise, her adorable angels turned out to be much more resourceful than herself. They tracked down their birth father, a man powerful enough to protect her, and had him kidnapped. “Mommy, we kidnapped Daddy and brought him home!” The man gazed down at the three miniature versions of himself. Then, he backed her up against the corner of the wall. With a brow raised, he suddenly smirked. “Since we already have three, how about another?” Maisie retorted, “Scr*w you!”

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

Eighty-five filthy stories. Eighty-five ways to fuck you raw. This isn’t romance. This is 100% sex—cocks filling dripping pussies, tongues licking where they shouldn’t, and hands pinning you down until you’re begging for release. A thousand sins running in your veins, and not one you’ll regret. From priests breaking their vows to fuck you on the altar, to stepfathers spreading you open on the kitchen counter…You’ll taste the sweat of a gym instructor’s private session… making you moan with every “stretch,” to professors grading your obedience with their cock deep in your throat—this collection will leave you soaked, shaking, and ruined. Your landlord will make you pay rent in the filthiest ways imaginable. You’ll be sold to the highest bidder at a dark, private auction, stripped and displayed like a prize to be claimed. Doctors will have you naked on their table, touching you in ways that have nothing to do with medicine, while gynecologists spread you wide and push deep, “examining” you until you’re dripping down their gloves. These virgins will get their bellies pumped full of cum, fingers ripping through tight, wet walls until they’re screaming, crying, and begging for more. Rough punishments, public fucks, forbidden touches, and nights so dirty you’ll need to shower twice—only to touch yourself all over again. Get your towels. Get your tissues. Get ready to be fucked by every fantasy you’ve ever had… and a hundred you didn’t know you wanted. If you can’t handle raw, filthy, dripping-hot sex—close the book. If you want your pussy aching, your ass red, and your mind corrupted—welcome to your new favorite addiction.

All her life, Jessica Smith had been running from dangerous men. But when she got an opportunity to stay with his elder brother after graduation, there she met the most dangerous of them all. Her brother's best friend, a mafia Don. He radiated danger but she couldn't stay away. He knows his best friend's little sister is off limits and yet, he couldn't stop fantasising about her. Will they be able to break all the forbidden rules and find closure in each other's arms? ****************************** "Your pussy is dripping for me, begging for me to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped my skin and pulled me up to sink me down his length. “You are going to take every inch of me.” He whispered as he thrusted up. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Is this what you wanted, my dick inside you?” He asked, knowing I have been fantasizing about him since the beginning. “Y..yes,” I moaned.

Poor Rose was about to lose her mind because of the mix-up between the Young Billionaire, George Owens, her friend, and Mrs. Sarah Owens, the woman who volunteered to fill the vacuum that her late mother left behind. To sustain the relationship, she proposed that she should marry his son, George, which she accepted happily. Nevertheless, after the proposal, she continued to be friends with George, who was nice to her, and she liked him. Then, he proposed marriage to her, but she turned him down because she already had a lover. Subsequently, Mrs. Owens informed her son of her arrangements, but he turned her down, because he had Rose in mind, and believed that she would accept him someday. Without knowing that they were saying the same thing, and talking about the same girl, George went out to get another lover after Rose rejected his proposal. To compensate Rose, and ensure that she remained in her family, Mrs. Owens introduced Regan, her nephew to Rose as his son. Now, the picture is clearer. Rose accepted Regan. Later she discovered that there was a mix-up and wished to strengthen things out.

My fiancée is a forensic doctor, and I'm a detective in the major crimes unit. I love her more than life itself, but she only cares about her first love. To help him wash his hands of a murder, she helps him deal with a corpse. What she doesn't know is that it's my corpse. When she learns the truth, she breaks down…

She was a slave, everyone's plaything, had no parents, and the pack that she grew up in now treated her like she did not belong. But that all changed on her twenty-first birthday when the truth about her identity was revealed, soon after the revelation she left the pack, leaving everyone shocked and the alpha that enslaved her for the past ten years now turned the world upside down looking for her.

When I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"

Ivy Thompson doesn’t believe in limits—especially when it comes to getting what she wants. And right now, she wants Damien Cross. Cold. Powerful. Completely unattainable. That’s what they say about him. But Ivy doesn’t take no for an answer. She’s spent years perfecting the art of control, bending situations—and people—to her will. Her job was supposed to be a stepping stone, but the moment she laid eyes on Damien, it became a challenge. Winning him over isn’t about love. It’s about possession. She’ll weave herself into his world, break down his walls, and make sure there’s no escape. Because Ivy doesn’t lose. And if she has to destroy everything in her path to claim him… so be it.