“Dude was hot. Even I thought that, and I was so straight I made rulers look bendy.”
―
Serena Akeroyd,
Eight Souls
“I barely touched her—” “You touched her period. She’s mine to touch,” I snarled, my temper snapping off its leash at his paltry excuse. “You don’t lay a fucking finger on her, or I’ll consider this my barely touching you, and the next time, I’ll blow your fucking head off. Do you understand me?” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“And that right there blew my fucking mind. Mine. No other fucker had touched her, tasted her, kissed her, screwed her. Every inch of her belonged to me. I never had to share her, hadn’t shared her with anyone. Every inch of her was innocent, mine to corrupt. Mine to teach. If brains could orgasm, then I’d just come.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Sometimes, monsters could be heroes too.” ― Serena Akeroyd, The Professor
“The minute the doctor clears you, I’m going to slide so fucking deep inside you, you’re not going to know where I end and you begin.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“She was mine. I’d never put those pieces together until now. She belonged to me. This marriage would see to that. She was mine to protect, mine to defend, just fucking mine.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Unlike every other aspect of my life, I wouldn’t have to share her. Not with my brothers, not with the family, not with the Five Points. She belonged to me, and Eoghan O’Donnelly protected what belonged to him. That was a fucking fact.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“There was no divorce in our world. Only death. Either through the freedom of illness or violence.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“We had a working theory as a family that every tear Ma shed, Da would go out and kill some of our enemies to that exact number.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark
“You liked the pancakes?” I nodded. “Thought you would.” He pinched his bottom lip and rubbed it slightly. “Nice to see you’ve got your sweet tooth back. I need that ass nice and round when I fuck it.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Honestly, she wasn’t the only one suffering. My back was killing me after I’d fucked her on the console table beside the front door. Jesus. Was I getting too old for acrobatic sex with my woman?” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“She was loud. She screamed. A lot. Her moans would be overheard, and no one, no fucking one, was allowed to see her pleasure except for me. It was mine. I owned it.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“It was stupid, reckless. But I didn’t give a fuck. I bit down, sucking on her throat like I was eighteen again and wanted my girlfriend to bear my mark. I knew my brothers would give me shit about it, I knew they’d know what it meant. I was a possessive motherfucker. And I’d just claimed her as mine in front of them.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“I knew, at that moment, I’d never been closer to someone than I was with her. To the world, she was my possession, but the sense of belonging I felt was different than ownership at that moment. I didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, but I figured some things didn’t need to be reasoned or defined. They just were. She was addictive, and she’d just reeled me in. Hook. Line. And sinker.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Though Aidan had definitely laid a few scars on his sons, me, and the rest of the Points, he was under no illusion that if Magdalena ever found that out, he would wake up screaming one night as she snipped off his balls. With a dull pair of kitchen scissors.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Helping her settle down, I bent over and kissed her gently. “Sleep well, baby.” She hummed. “Take care, Finn. For me?” “Always.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Aoife horny?” he asked, and I saw the concern in his eyes. Concern. For my woman’s horniness. My life was starting to belong in one of the Pink Panther movies.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“I miss you, Aoife.” She was quiet a second, and I knew she was, indeed, surprised. “I miss you too, Finn.” “I miss not waking up beside you. I miss your food—God,” I groaned, “I miss your bread. I want you in my kitchen all the time. Fuck the bakery, just bake for me.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Because, for all he was a big, burly brute of a man, Finn was a cuddler in his sleep.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“I barely touched her—” “You touched her period. She’s mine to touch,” I snarled, my temper snapping off its leash at his paltry excuse. “You don’t lay a fucking finger on her, or I’ll consider this my barely touching you, and the next time, I’ll blow your fucking head off. Do you understand me?” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“And that right there blew my fucking mind. Mine. No other fucker had touched her, tasted her, kissed her, screwed her. Every inch of her belonged to me. I never had to share her, hadn’t shared her with anyone. Every inch of her was innocent, mine to corrupt. Mine to teach. If brains could orgasm, then I’d just come.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Sometimes, monsters could be heroes too.” ― Serena Akeroyd, The Professor
“The minute the doctor clears you, I’m going to slide so fucking deep inside you, you’re not going to know where I end and you begin.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“She was mine. I’d never put those pieces together until now. She belonged to me. This marriage would see to that. She was mine to protect, mine to defend, just fucking mine.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Unlike every other aspect of my life, I wouldn’t have to share her. Not with my brothers, not with the family, not with the Five Points. She belonged to me, and Eoghan O’Donnelly protected what belonged to him. That was a fucking fact.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“There was no divorce in our world. Only death. Either through the freedom of illness or violence.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“We had a working theory as a family that every tear Ma shed, Da would go out and kill some of our enemies to that exact number.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark
“You liked the pancakes?” I nodded. “Thought you would.” He pinched his bottom lip and rubbed it slightly. “Nice to see you’ve got your sweet tooth back. I need that ass nice and round when I fuck it.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Honestly, she wasn’t the only one suffering. My back was killing me after I’d fucked her on the console table beside the front door. Jesus. Was I getting too old for acrobatic sex with my woman?” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“She was loud. She screamed. A lot. Her moans would be overheard, and no one, no fucking one, was allowed to see her pleasure except for me. It was mine. I owned it.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“It was stupid, reckless. But I didn’t give a fuck. I bit down, sucking on her throat like I was eighteen again and wanted my girlfriend to bear my mark. I knew my brothers would give me shit about it, I knew they’d know what it meant. I was a possessive motherfucker. And I’d just claimed her as mine in front of them.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“I knew, at that moment, I’d never been closer to someone than I was with her. To the world, she was my possession, but the sense of belonging I felt was different than ownership at that moment. I didn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, but I figured some things didn’t need to be reasoned or defined. They just were. She was addictive, and she’d just reeled me in. Hook. Line. And sinker.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich
“Though Aidan had definitely laid a few scars on his sons, me, and the rest of the Points, he was under no illusion that if Magdalena ever found that out, he would wake up screaming one night as she snipped off his balls. With a dull pair of kitchen scissors.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Helping her settle down, I bent over and kissed her gently. “Sleep well, baby.” She hummed. “Take care, Finn. For me?” “Always.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Aoife horny?” he asked, and I saw the concern in his eyes. Concern. For my woman’s horniness. My life was starting to belong in one of the Pink Panther movies.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“I miss you, Aoife.” She was quiet a second, and I knew she was, indeed, surprised. “I miss you too, Finn.” “I miss not waking up beside you. I miss your food—God,” I groaned, “I miss your bread. I want you in my kitchen all the time. Fuck the bakery, just bake for me.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
“Because, for all he was a big, burly brute of a man, Finn was a cuddler in his sleep.” ― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy
