“To all my ladies who see those walking Red Flags as a pretty shade of pink… repeat after me, only when the men are fictional.”
―
S.J. Tilly,
Nero
“You know,” he says, when he sees where I’m looking. “Cinderella only left one shoe behind.” I fight my embarrassment by rolling my eyes. “Yeah, and Prince Charming didn’t break into her home to find her.” Nero grins. “The villains always have more fun.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“King might have his flaws, but pussy eating skills aren’t one of them.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull. Understand? Him calling me his wife shouldn’t mean anything. And him threatening to blind a man, painfully, shouldn’t be endearing.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Yeah, Valentine. And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“And that’s my fault for not telling you.” My hands clutch at his bare sides. “Tell me what?” My throat is tight. Emotion filling my veins. And then he says it. “I should’ve told you how much I love you.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“And inking the last words of my vow to you above my fucking dick.” I reach down and cup my hand over the front of my pants. “That’s all for you, Angel. So when you’re ready to wrap those lips around my cock and take me into your throat, you’ll be eye level with my promise to you. Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“Valentine, you’re my wife. I’ll give you whatever the fuck I want.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“He smirks. “You’re getting it now, Mama.” Mama. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“N’s words suddenly sound louder. “Do you, King Bartholomew Vass, agree to take Savannah Jane Oates as your reluctant wife? In sickness and in health. In rich and richer times. Do you promise to be a faithful captor for as long as you both shall live?” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“You’re crazy,” I breathe. His hands dart out, gripping my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. Again. Nero bends over me, putting our faces an inch apart. “For you, I’m fucking certifiable.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.” His fingers snag a lock of loose hair, letting the curl twist around his finger before he gives it a gentle tug.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“Gee, my apologies for being a bad captive,” I snap. “If I’d have known––” The rest of my words go unheard as King presses a button on his steering wheel, and the car is suddenly filled with loud rock music. “Great. Fine,” I mutter to myself, crossing my arms and turning my head away from him. “Perfect victim coming right up.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“You know,” he says, when he sees where I’m looking. “Cinderella only left one shoe behind.” I fight my embarrassment by rolling my eyes. “Yeah, and Prince Charming didn’t break into her home to find her.” Nero grins. “The villains always have more fun.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“King might have his flaws, but pussy eating skills aren’t one of them.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull. Understand? Him calling me his wife shouldn’t mean anything. And him threatening to blind a man, painfully, shouldn’t be endearing.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“Yeah, Valentine. And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“And that’s my fault for not telling you.” My hands clutch at his bare sides. “Tell me what?” My throat is tight. Emotion filling my veins. And then he says it. “I should’ve told you how much I love you.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“And inking the last words of my vow to you above my fucking dick.” I reach down and cup my hand over the front of my pants. “That’s all for you, Angel. So when you’re ready to wrap those lips around my cock and take me into your throat, you’ll be eye level with my promise to you. Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“Valentine, you’re my wife. I’ll give you whatever the fuck I want.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“He smirks. “You’re getting it now, Mama.” Mama. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.” ― S.J. Tilly, Dom
“Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“N’s words suddenly sound louder. “Do you, King Bartholomew Vass, agree to take Savannah Jane Oates as your reluctant wife? In sickness and in health. In rich and richer times. Do you promise to be a faithful captor for as long as you both shall live?” ― S.J. Tilly, King
“You’re crazy,” I breathe. His hands dart out, gripping my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. Again. Nero bends over me, putting our faces an inch apart. “For you, I’m fucking certifiable.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.” His fingers snag a lock of loose hair, letting the curl twist around his finger before he gives it a gentle tug.” ― S.J. Tilly, Latte Darling
“With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.” ― S.J. Tilly, Nero
“Gee, my apologies for being a bad captive,” I snap. “If I’d have known––” The rest of my words go unheard as King presses a button on his steering wheel, and the car is suddenly filled with loud rock music. “Great. Fine,” I mutter to myself, crossing my arms and turning my head away from him. “Perfect victim coming right up.” ― S.J. Tilly, King
