Top 160 Emily McIntire Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

153. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

155. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

156. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

160. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

162. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

163. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

166. “Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.”

— Emily McIntire

167. “We’re all just out here living, you know? Roaming under clouds that are a thousand different shades of gray. But you can’t help who you love, Nick.”

— Emily McIntire

168. “Maybe I should be offended by his words, but instead, there’s a comfort that spreads through my chest – because he’s right – I am no rose, and I like that he sees me enough to know that.”

— Emily McIntire

169. “Because James sees me as his equal. As someone worthy to stand at his side.”

— Emily McIntire

170. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Breathe through the pain.” He blows out a breath and I suck it in, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye.”

— Emily McIntire

171. “Her father has money, yet he doesn’t afford her a driver? Any protection? Sliding into my Audi, I pull onto the busy street to follow close behind and make sure she gets home safe.”

— Emily McIntire

172. “Would you like to keep pretending? I know you’re not the good girl you claim to be.”

— Emily McIntire

173. “On your hands and knees,” I command, voice low and dark.”

— Emily McIntire

174. “I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to have to feel this.”

— Emily McIntire

175. “But there’s beauty in pain, baby.” His hands tilt my face until our gazes lock. “Your strength is in learning how to breathe through it; how to keep living even when it feels like you want to die.”

— Emily McIntire

176. “We’re all by-products of evil, some of us born into it and others created from circumstance.”

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177. “I point to the en suite. “Shower.” To the closet on the right. “Clothes.” To the mattress. “Bed.” Her gaze follows, and she chews on her lip, nodding. I point to her now. “Stay.” “Woof,” she barks.”

— Emily McIntire

178. “I hum, reaching into my pocket, pulling out the black velvet box and twirling it in my hand. “I don’t know, killer. I think I might surprise you, too.”

— Emily McIntire

179. “If being here is sinful, then this woman is sin, wrapped in a fiery bow.”

— Emily McIntire