Top 160 Emily McIntire Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “I’ve never thought about the word much, but the guilt I feel for every single thing involving Eveline is a tornado, whirling quick and strong, destroying everything it touches. And then it compounds because I know, without a doubt, if I went back and had a chance to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

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152. “Pathetic, Wendy.”

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153. “The pain of lost time never really gets easier, does it?”

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154. “Please, God,” he cries. Chuckling, I grip his second finger. “I’m your god now. And I don’t hear your pleas.”

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155. “My heart stutters, his phrase cementing what I’ve been theorizing for the past few minutes. She doesn’t know about her father. And that means she never betrayed me at all.”

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156. “Anything happens to her and there will be no corner of the earth that can hide you from me. Understand?”

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157. “A surge of something hot whips through my insides and slices up my middle, until I have to physically stop myself from pulling her into my arms and making sure Ru knows that she’s mine.”

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158. “Innocent. And for some reason, that shoots a thrill straight to my cock, making it thicken and pulse as I imagine all the ways this place could defile her.”

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159. “There’s a monster in you, child. And God wants me to beat it out.”

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160. “You thirst for power?” he rasps, his palm ghosting across my collarbone before wrapping around my throat. “I can fill you with it until you scream.”

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161. “From the second we met, there’s been an invisible tether drawing us together, something that anchors me to the spot, no matter how much the tide tries to drag me away.”

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162. “I rather like the idea of you having a reminder of me on your skin.”

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163. “No one else has treated me the way she does – with anger brimming so potently that it tries to bleed through their gaze and strike me down. It makes me want to shove my cock down her throat and see if she’d try to bite it off, just so I could punish her for using teeth. So I’ll go find my little doe. If only to get off on her hate before I toss her to her king.”

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164. “Words were my calm in a life filled with chaos.”

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165. “I’m not sure what loosens my tongue, and I don’t know if I even mean the things I say. All I know is that in this moment, it feels like I might die if I don’t say them.”

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166. “Paint it on my skin so everyone knows who I belong to.”

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167. “James took that fragile girl and threw her somewhere I can’t find, and at least for now, I’m basking in her absence.”

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168. “I just want to be left the hell alone.”

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169. “Anxiety is something that bests everyone it touches. Even me.”

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170. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “Why?” she whispers. “Because, ma petite menteuse, the thought of not kissing you makes me want to die.” Our lips collide, and with just one touch – one single moment – I know I’ll never let her go.”

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171. “When do you want it?” “Yesterday.” I press into her. “Now.” She stumbles into the cab’s door. “Tomorrow.”

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172. “Technically, there are no stars out tonight for me to kiss.” I smile as Sara’s voice. “Maybe they were waiting for you to arrive.”

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173. “If you want a god to worship, ma petite menteuse, no need to look so far.”

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174. “He already told you, didn’t he?” Wendy cocks her head. “He popped my cherry.” Gasps sound around the table, and I choke on the liquid of my drink, my hand shooting to my chest to stifle the cough. “Wendy,” Peter hisses.”

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175. “My brother asked if I was a man of faith. I’m a man of many things, but faith is something that is best suited when it’s placed within yourself instead of seeking for it in other people. Other people disappoint.”

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176. “I am not a good man.” “I know,” she breathes. “I have tortured.” I dip my lips down, brushing them against her neck. “I have killed.” Lifting her shirt with my free hand, my fingers skim up her side, my mouth tasting her collarbone, then trailing over the swells of her breasts. “And I’ll do both again, without ever regretting a thing. I enjoy them.”

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177. “Yes, you are. Give it to me, killer. Give me those sweet little sounds when you come for –.”

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178. “He bites, sucks, and kisses, and while I’m sure he’s leaving marks, I can’t find it in me to care, too lost in the way he seems to mold me to fit perfectly to every single piece of him.”

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179. “I’m going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.”

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