These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3) QUOTES

1 " I’m not interested in you. I will never be interested in you. In fact, I’m fucking allergic,” he says, his jaw clenched. “To you. I’m allergic to your big silver eyes and your pouty pink lips. To your blushing cheeks and your breathy voice. I’m allergic to the way you can’t stop watching me. I told you I’m not interested in Disney movies, didn’t I? I meant it. So I suggest you find someone else to play damsel in distress with. Someone else to solve your teenage problems. Someone your age, someone who’s probably still going through a fucking growth spurt or someone who spends his weekends playing video games and jerking off. From now on, if I catch you looking at me across the hallway or if I find you within ten feet of my office or me without reason, my sister’s best friend or not, I’ll personally make sure you never see the outside of that brick wall and those black metal gates for the rest of the year.” And then before he straightens up, he adds, “And I might be closer to your dad’s age than yours, but I do remember what people call you. And I also know what your name is, Bronwyn. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

2 " I think thorns grow where the roses are because they’re starved for softness. They’re hungry for all the soft, fragile things after living a sharp, prickly life. A thorn needs the softness of a rose. And I think that’s why a rose is so soft in the first place. Because a thorn needs it to be. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

3 " If I fuck a woman, Bronwyn, her world revolves around me, do you understand? I’m the center of her gravity. I’m the blood in her veins and the beats of her heart. I’m the man for her and no one else. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

4 " My thorn, and I’m his flower. His wallflower. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

5 " I’ve never seen him smile. He’s always angry and frowning and my whole body hurts when I think of him that way. When I think of him all alone. My chest aches when I think about all the dreams that he’s had to give up. About the fact that he thinks it’s his fault. That he has no right to dream and I…I want it to end. Now. I’m not letting him be alone anymore. I can’t. So that’s why. It’s not…love.
It can’t be.
Right? "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

6 " he’s being exactly who he is: a thorn protecting his flower. And so I need to protect him too. I need to protect my thorn. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

7 " And he sees it. How I see him. A warrior. A god. A protector. The original thorn. My thorn. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

8 " And it is huge.”
“How huge?” I ask with wide eyes.
“It’s the cock of a thirty-three-year-old man,”he rasps, “that won’t fit in your eighteen-year-old mouth. It’s a beast that your eighteen-year-old mouth will struggle to take in, let alone suck it like I like it. It’s wider than your tiny wrists and longer than that rosy as fuck face of yours, do you understand? You put your face under my dick, Bronwyn, and I’ll cover it from your chin to your forehead and still have inches left. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

9 " I promise that I’ll suck your dick like you like it. Because you’re my thorn and I’m your wallflower. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

10 " You know why that is, Bronwyn? Why it’s going to fucking burn and sting when I touch you?” “Why?” He inches ever so closer then, his eyes boring into mine, his scent drugging my brain even more. “Because you’re a flower. A wallflower. And every inch of you is soft. Every inch of you is fragile and velvet. And I’m a thorn. Every inch of me is sharp and hard. And fucking angry. Because you make it so. You make me angry. You make me so fucking angry, Bronwyn, you push me so fucking much that I’ll spin you around, grab the back of your pretty little neck and pin you to that tree so you can’t get away. And then I’ll flip your pleated skirt up and smack that tight fucking ass so hard and so many times that your skin really will turn pink like in your goddamn dreams. As pink as your favorite pen. As pink as the roses you keep drawing on your thighs. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

11 " You’re always protecting others. Someone has to protect you . And it has to be me. Because I’m your wallflower. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

12 " I’m going to kiss you now. Not when you’re nineteen or twenty or twenty-one. I’m going to kiss your eighteen-year-old-mouth right fucking now because I’m done not kissing it. And you might hate me for it. You might hate me because I’m going to do it like I’m pissed off at your mouth. Like I’m fucking angry at it. But that’s only because you’ve got a criminal mouth, Bronwyn. Your pouting, plump, pinky mouth is a sexy little criminal for saying sexy little things to me. For torturing me. For driving me in-fucking-sane. And for being the star of my every X-rated thought. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

13 " I’m going to take every inch of you. Every rosy little inch. And then I’m going to eat you up. I’m going to drink you down. I’m going to inhale you. Inject you in my bloodstream. I’m going to fucking live you, Bronwyn. Until I don’t want to anymore. Until this crazy irrational desire is gone. Until I’m not looking for you at school or driving down to your town and knocking at your door like an addict. Just because I didn’t get to see you today. Just because I didn’t get my fix. So you’re coming with me. Because you’re my pretty little wallflower and I’m done being insane over you. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

14 " don’t want to give you a dream written on a piece of paper when I can give you one written on my body "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

15 " You’ve been waiting for me to come and take it. You want my dick to steal it from you and make you bleed. And then you want my dick to paint your rose down there, your pretty pinky rose, with my cum. Me and no one else. That’s how arrogant and selfish I’ve been, Bronwyn. That’s how selfish and cruel your Coach Thorne is, who makes you stand by a wall and read out those letters and makes you hide your body from him. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

16 " I choose you for who you are. You’re the center of my universe. You’re my gravity. And all I want is you. Just you. The way you are. My thorn. My dream man. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

17 " Why is it that assholes like your dance teacher and your fucking art teacher, Mr. Pierre, and whoever the fuck Robbie was, are always salivating like dogs over your tiny self-decorated body and you never have a clue? What I’d like to know, Bronwyn, is what the fuck goes on in that bubblegum pink brain of yours? "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

18 " You never forgot.” “No,” he says, his voice thick. “I didn’t forget a girl I met on the side of the road. I didn’t forget that she was sitting all alone on the curb in the middle of the night. And that she was drawing roses on her thighs. I didn’t forget any of that. I never did. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

19 " If I fuck a woman, I keep her. For however long I want to. And she’s not allowed to look at other men. She’s not allowed to be looked at by them either” – he looks me up and down, my jewelry, my roses – “or shake her tight stripper ass for someone other than me. If I fuck a woman, she knows to get on her back at the crook of my finger and spread her legs. She knows to arch that back too and open her hole for me. And if instead of on her back I want her at my feet and if instead of her hole, I want her pink mouth, she knows to drop everything and get the fuck on her knees. And open that fucking mouth. “If I fuck a woman, Bronwyn, her world revolves around me, do you understand? I’m the center of her gravity. I’m the blood in her veins and the beats of her heart. I’m the man for her and no one else. So the reason I said no to her is because I’m a possessive motherfucker who never learned to share his toys. So I kindly ask you to not waste your teenage sympathy on me. Because it’s not about doing the right thing. It’s about doing things my way. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)

20 " Good,” he clips. “You don’t have to. Just stop clinging to me like a fucking spider monkey and let me go.” I hug him even tighter as I say, “A flower.” “What?” “I’m a flower, remember? Not a spider monkey.” This time his sigh is bigger. “A wallflower, yes. Erysimum.” “What?” “That’s the correct nomenclature.” A second later, he says, “You belong to the cabbage family. "

― Saffron A. Kent , These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary's Rebels #3)