“Dickward had the kind of smirk that would make women moan his name even when he was in another continent. He was happily married to Emilia LeBlanc-Spencer and strictly off the market. Shame they rocked the happily-in-love vibe.” ViciousBaneSinners Of SaintEmilia LeblancViciousemilia Book:Bane Source: Bane
“He was richer than God, married to one of the most beautiful women in our zip code and a doting father. He won the battle, the war and conquered every obstacle that had stood in his way. He had nothing to prove and reeked of contentment.” ViciousBaneSinners Of SaintEmilia LeblancViciousemilia Book:Bane Source: Bane
“He brought color into my life. Acrylic? Oil? It didn't even matter. He always thought of himself as blackness, but the truth was, he injected so many different pigments into my existence.” ViciousSinners Of SaintEmilia LeblancViciousemilia Book:Vicious Source: Vicious
“Ask me what I want,' Vicious murmured into my face. The public display of affection from him —not sexual, not bullying, but pure, naked affection—filled my chest with warmth, but I tried to swallow down my hope. 'What do you want?' I turned my gaze to meet his, and suddenly, we weren't in New York, in a gallery full of people. We were in my old room. Ignoring the party and the world around us, a world that we constantly disregarded when we were together. 'I want you,' he said simply. 'Just you. Nothing else. Only ever you,' he breathed out in pain, closing his eyes. 'Fuck, Emilia. You.” ViciousSinners Of SaintEmilia LeblancViciousemilia Book:Vicious Source: Vicious
“Ask me what I want again,' I said softly, and she grinned, pressing her lips to my chest through my tee. 'What do you want?' 'Nothing. I'm done wanting things. I have everything I need now. Ask me how I feel.' 'How do you feel?' 'In love.' I brethed hard, burying my face in her hair. 'I feel in love, and it's you that I love. So fucking much.” ViciousSinners Of SaintEmilia LeblancViciousemilia Book:Vicious Source: Vicious