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Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

Book by Dolores Lane · 50 quotes · Smut, Dark Romance, Smut Books

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“Well, sweetheart. If I were a gentleman, I would’ve asked you out on a date, taken you on numerous fancy dinners, and treated you real nice and sweet. But I’ll be honest with you straight from the get-go. I am not a gentleman. In fact, I am the furthest thing from a gentleman. I’m a degenerate―a criminal. And I’ll show you exactly what criminals do to pretty little things like you.”

“You think this is wrong. That you’re not allowed to like this,” I say as I lean back. “But you don’t have to hide your desires from me, Lucille. I’ll show you every filthy thing that is known to mankind, and I’ll watch your cunt dripping as it weeps for more. And then I’ll do it again and again. Until you push all those thoughts aside and accept your desires. What was it that Daisy Scott said?” I slip one finger inside of her pussy. “She wonders what it would feel like to experience passion. To meet someone who sees her. Who sees the real her. Someone who would never want to change her or try to take away her darkness,” I quote from her novel. “Don’t hide from me, mo chreach bheag.”

“He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down onto my knees. I yelp when he grabs hold of my hair and brings my head up to look at him. “I’ve made you feel good multiple times now. I’ve made you come and I’ve treated you real nice.” Nice? Fucking nice? “Now it’s time to return the favor.” “If you even dare to stick your disgusting prick inside of my mouth, I swear I will bite it off!” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Sure, you could try that. Then I will just kill your husband myself.”

“He treats me like his property. But it’s all fine. I have my ways to escape from the prison he designed for me. He likes his girls proper and innocent. Oh, hubby dearest. You haven’t a clue in the world. You’re going to regret underestimating me. While he’s deep in dreamland, I have other things on my mind. Blood. Revenge. Murder. At night is when I unleash all of my vulgar thoughts on paper. At night is when my fantasies come alive. At night is when I write.”

“My little brute, You look so radiant in the picture at the back of your novel. I look at it all the time. I cannot keep you out of my mind. You are a temptress. I can see it in your eyes. You are screaming out for a man to touch you like you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a queen, but not just that. I will make you feel like a dirty harlot, and you are going to like it. I am a beast, locked in a cage. But when I finally get out, you will be mine and mine alone. Say goodbye to hubby dearest, for he will be gone soon…”

“Maybe the universe brought Dubh into my life to finally save me. That’s probably a stupid thought. Save me? He wants to corrupt me. Hurt me. But also… love me, I suppose? He’s a strange man, and I’m terrified of him. But so far, except for terrorizing my mind, he hasn’t actually hurt me. He’s done the opposite. He made me come. He made me feel desired. And he wants me for himself, which is why he’s taking care of my husband as we speak. I won’t let him take him from me. I’ve earned to take revenge on Richard. That fucking revenge is mine. And I’m going to take it.”

“I have killed for work, for money. I have killed for revenge when I went after the men who murdered my mother. I have killed for Lucille, for my lass. My Lucy. My little brute. Mo chreach bheag. So many names I have for her, yet none of them can truly capture my feelings for her. How strong and fiery and all-consuming they are. And I know without a doubt I’d do it again. I’d tear someone to pieces with my bare teeth if they tried to come close. I’d burn down the entire world if someone dared to take her from me or dared to hurt her. And I wouldn’t stop there. No, I would give my life.”

“You’re in control, mo leannan. You’ve controlled me from the second we met. Not in the way you meant it, surely.” He huffs out a laugh because we both know I didn’t want him to stalk me. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. “But you own me now. You own my heart. My soul.” He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me in a faster rhythm. “My cock.” He lifts an eyebrow and smirks. I wish I could come up with a snarky comment, but all I can do is whimper from his touch. “You have my protection. And hopefully soon, my name, too. Lucille Burton has a nice ring to it, does it not?”

“You don’t even realize you light up rooms wherever you go. When I saw you in the bar that night, it was like the spotlights were all pointed at you, making you glow.” He moves his hands over my bloodstained skin, cupping my breasts, roaming over my stomach, my thighs and hips. “Every man’s head was turned in your direction, and so were the women’s. You’re a thing of beauty, something to be admired and be jealous of. And you do it all just by being you. Your husband made you feel like you were nothing. But you, my sweet Lucy, are everything.”

“I intend to replace all the bad memories with good ones, mo chreach bheag.” He places the softest kiss on my lips. “All the pain your piece of shit husband put you through will be replaced by me. With pleasure, but also with pain. Because from now on, my dear Lucy, I’m the only one who gets to hurt you. And I will only do it in order to make you feel good. Because you are my little brute. You’re my girl.”

“I am your servant, Lucille. Anything you want from me I will do.” I open my mouth to state the obvious retort, but before I can, he interrupts me because he already knew what I was about to say. “Except leave you alone. That I have no control over. I don’t possess any control when it comes to you. You have no idea of the power you hold over me.”

“Who would’ve thought that Mr. Looney Bin had such a soft side. I thought that I would for sure be dead by now.” He sits up until his lips almost brush mine. “I’d never kill you, because I don’t want to live in a world where you don’t exist.” Pressing his lips to mine, he cups my face to take me closer to him. And that feeling returns. That feeling I’ve refused to name so far. The feeling of those things flying around in my belly. I dare to do it now. Because I can no longer lie to myself. For the first time in my life, I think I know what the movies are always talking about. Butterflies.”

“Now you listen to me, Lucille.” She startles from my rough tone. I’ll apologize for it later. “The only thing I want is you. With or without children, I don’t give a flying fuck. With twenty dogs or only our little Sabrina. All I care about is your happiness. That’s what makes me happy―knowing that you’re content and satisfied. Knowing that I’ll wake up beside you every single morning. Knowing that I can kiss you any time I want. Knowing that you’re mine.”