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Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3) QUOTES

Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3) QUOTES

1 " In all likelihood he would eventually destroy her, unless he found the strength to let her go. "

― , Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3)

2 " Why did you tell me all this?"

"So if I die, you'd know not to come looking for me when you get to heaven. "

― , Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3)

3 " ...even arguing with you is better than not having you around to argue with."

Rafe looked over at Sebastian. "Does he always talk this much?"

"Afraid so, but every now and then he does say something worth listening to. "

― , Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3)

4 " You said you wouldn't bed me tonight." Her voice sounded small, fearful. She hated it.
"I'm not. I'm merely going to help you to your feet."
She placed her hand in his. Hers seemed so tiny, and when he closed his fingers around it, she was incredibly aware that he could easily break her with very little effort. She was surprised by the coarseness of his flesh. These were not the hands of a gentleman. He drew her up, then expertly moved her arm behind her back, somehow snagging her other wrist until both were held within his firm grasp. With his free hand, he cradled her face, stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"You will learn to do things as I like them done," he said softly, in a voice that promised pleasures. His eyes captured and held hers, and she thought that even if he wasn't holding her, she'd not have been able to break away. "I have particular needs. The first is that you are never to wrap your arms around me."
"Why not?" she whispered.
"Because it's what I require." He lowered his lips to hers, and she realized that if he hadn't manacled her wrists that her arms would have twined about him of their own accord, simply to ensure that she remained standing when her knees grew so weak.
His tongue toyed with her mouth, painting it, outlining it as though he wanted to be intimately familiar with it. Then he was urging her lips apart and delving into the depths of her mouth with an urgency that astounded her. He might not like her, but it was becoming plain enough rather quickly that he was quite fond of her mouth. He explored every inch of it, every nook, every cranny, every hidden corner. When she dared to meet the thrust of his tongue with a thrust of her own, he groaned low and pressed her against his broad chest. Through the thin linen of his shirt and the maid's well-worn nightly attire, she could feel the thudding of his heart, sense its increase in tempo.
When she tried to break free of his hold, his hand clamped harder on her wrists, just shy of causing pain. "

― , Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3)

5 " Then he began tearing at his clothes. She heard the linen rip and the buttons ping as they scattered over the floor. She thought she should be frightened by the frenzy, but instead she was fascinated that she could elicit such a reaction from a man. That he was fairly mad with wanting her. "

― , Lord of Wicked Intentions (The Lost Lords of Pembrook, #3)