Stalker Romance Quotes

“Tell me, Lucy. Did your husband ever spank you?” Dubh asks as he gets on his knees behind me, still not relenting with the gun.
“Yes,” I choke out. Painful memories fill my head and a tear slips out of my eye, landing on the ground. He hums as if he already knew the answer well.
“Your husband only did it to bring you pain. To force you into obedience. I will never do that, sweetheart. I’ll bring you pain, but I’ll show you there is ecstasy to be found in it. So what I want you to do right now is bring your fingers to your sweet little pussy and push them inside. I am going to spank you and you are going to come.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“God… I’m asking my stalker to come to my rescue. You are making me lose my goddamn mind, Dubh.”
“It’s only fair; you made me lose mine, too.” I smirk as I brush my hand over her head.
“Oh, stop it, you bastard. You were already crazy before you ever knew I existed.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“She would hate him even more if she knew all the depraved things he’d done. The fantasies, the stalking, the fucking obsession. That he had used her shampoo to jerk off and stolen her clothes, her lipstick. That when she wasn’t around, he had sometimes lain in her bed and imagined what it would be like to touch her the way she said she’d wanted to be touched in her journal.

And of course, he had watched her touch herself. Every catch of her breath, every discreet rustle of fabric, every teasing glimpse of brown skin—he had seen it all, and taken it as a sign that not even Jay was immune to pleasure. And, more importantly, that he could give it to her.

He could be the one to make her come.”
― Nenia Campbell, Sine Qua Non

“You’re like no one else in the world. You’re a rare woman. One of a fucking kind.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I want you to run and hide. And when I find you, I’m going to shove my cock into your pretty mouth and make you swallow every last goddamn drop of my cum.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Run, mo chreach. I’ll give you ten seconds.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I feel like a helpless deer running away from a terrible fate. I’m Bambi’s fucking mother, and he is the hunter ready to shoot me just so he can eat me. Devour me.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“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.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I tear my lips away from hers and fling her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she protests, kicking her feet and slapping me on the back. “You can’t just pick me up like I’m a sack of potatoes! I am not a potato!”
I laugh, and Lord, am I in love with this woman. “You’re not a potato,” I confirm as I walk in the direction of the cabin. “But if you were, you’d be the most delicious potato in the world.”
“I can’t fucking talk to you. You’re just all the way crazy in the head,” she spits out.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“It’s strange. After all the insane things I’ve seen him do over the last couple of days, I feel strangely… safe.
I feel safe in his arms.
I really have lost my damn mind. Feeling safe in a murderer’s arms. That is just next level cuckoo.
I wonder if the lunacy will ever end.
They should put me in Crimson Manor.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“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.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Sweet Lucy,” he hums in my ear as he holds me tighter. “You’re already on your way to falling in love with me. Better yet, you’re already in too deep. And you know it just as well as I do.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Really―a gun?” Even in the dim light, I can see that that he’s cocking his eyebrow, and he smirks like he’s the Devil himself. “Aww, are you flirting with me?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Little brute… You, with a weapon in your hand… That’s the stuff of dreams. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Oh, Lucy… I thought we had a moment yesterday. I thought you were finally accepting that you want me. Don’t you remember falling asleep in my arms? How I washed you and made you feel good? How I made you come while your husband watched?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I look up at him and I stare right into the barrel of the gun. “Oh, bloody fuck,” I curse.
He snickers. “Mo chreach bheag. Why do you keep getting yourself into these situations?”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I spit out, “Because I’d rather be dead than surrender to you.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I’m terrified. There is a gun pointed at my face, and the man who’s aiming it is a convicted killer. But I know he won’t kill me. I know by now that he’ll never do that. That would mean he’d lose his favorite toy, and he likes playing with me too much.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“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.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“His name spills from my lips in a chant, like I’m singing for Jesus in church. I’m not in church, though. Nor am I singing for a higher power.
I’m singing for him. For my stalker. For the man who helped me get the thing I’ve always wished for.
Revenge.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I slowly take the gun out of his hand and hold it tight before I aim it at his head.
He just grins and scoots toward me until the barrel is pressed against his forehead. “You are a crazy fucking bastard, Dubh Burton. You have frightening mental issues. So many that I know you can never heal. But I suppose I do, too.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“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.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I slap him again and keep the gun pointed at his face with my other hand. “How does it feel, not being in control? Not being able to touch me? Only being able to look,” I taunt. “Do you want to come?”
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he stares up at me. It’s empowering. I am the one in control. I am the one who’s calling the shots.
This time, he will be the one begging for mercy.
“Not good enough. Give me a verbal answer.” I tap the barrel of the gun against his nose tauntingly.
“Yes,” he growls.
“Have you no manners, Dubh? What do civilized people say when they want something?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I have a habit of telling myself that my head is a blur. That my mind is scrambled like my morning eggs. That I’m losing my marbles again and again.
But I somehow have never seen anything clearer.
I want him.
I want Dubh.
God… I want to be with my damn stalker.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You are a mystery to me, Dubh Burton. You haunt me, terrorize me. Violate me, body and soul. And then you do stuff like this. Sweeter things than I ever thought were possible. I never know what to expect with you. And I know that I don’t know you all that well yet, but I can’t imagine it ever being normal with you. You’ll always be the most unpredictable man I have ever met.”
“Normal is overrated, sweetheart,” he answers with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. “What’s fun about always knowing what comes next?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I like being rough with you, Lucille, as you already know by now. And after getting to know you, I know you like it, too. I also know that I’ve terrorized the crap out of you and stepped over the line many times. But now that you’ve let me in, I need you to feel safe with me.”
“Safe with you…” she says with a nice dollop of sarcasm. “Coming from my psychopathic stalker.”
“The irony isn’t lost on me.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“You should never forget who you’re dealing with. I’ll always be the predator who will hunt you, mo chreach bheag. You will always be the only prey I will chase.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“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?”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“And I don’t care that you’re in the mafia. I don’t care that you’re a murderer and my stalker. I don’t give a shit about your past any longer. It doesn’t matter to me that you spent ten years in the nuthouse. I. Don’t. Care.” She takes my face between her palms and her nails dig into my skin. “I know I should run far away from you. But damn my heart. Damn my soul and my legs and my feet… Because all I really want to do is run toward you.” Her voice breaks. “Damn you, Dubh Burton. Damn you…”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“As I watched the dark-haired beauty walk into Luca's home on Gino's arm in a red dress that flirted with her curves and only teased at what was underneath, that thing stirred deep within my chest. That same thing I'd noticed when I first saw her sitting there in the setting sun during the wedding ceremony. It was primitive and possessive and utterly unfamiliar to me, and it made me want to sink my knife into Gino's fat gut and gift her with a necklace of his intestines.”
― Angel Rayne, His Darkness

“I'm gonna rape Soniya”
― Thushyanthan Sivarajah