Top 160 Emily McIntire Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “I rather like the idea of you having a reminder of me on your skin.”

— Emily McIntire

152. “The tension swirling around our bodies is overwhelming, and I don’t know what it is I’m feeling, only that nothing else has ever felt like it. Opening her eyes, she twists in my arms to look up at my face.”

— Emily McIntire

153. “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

154. “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

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

157. “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

158. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

159. “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

160. “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

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

163. “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

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

167. “Pathetic, Wendy.”

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

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

— Emily McIntire

171. “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

172. “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

173. “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

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

— Emily McIntire

175. “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

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

— Emily McIntire

177. “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

178. “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.”

— Emily McIntire

179. “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.”

— Emily McIntire