Nero Sj Tilly Quotes

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.

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.

If I decide I’m too good for Taco Bell, put a bullet in my brain and end my misery.

This book is dedicated to Nero, the beautiful bastard who started it all. I love your unhinged ass. - This battle belongs to all of us. Because we’re all human. And that makes it ours.

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.

I’m not a kid, but when I get yelled at like this, it makes me feel like one. Like another powerless victim. Again.

With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.

I’m not staying,” he mutters it this time. He sounds so resigned, even as he does the opposite of what he just said, and I almost laugh. Nero drops onto his back, shifting the pillow, lifting his head and smacking it back down against the lumpy cotton, trying to get comfortable. With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.

Who’s that?” Nero asks as he tries to slip his hand into my pocket to grab my brass knuckles. I knock his hand away. “Rob, my second. Now quit trying to grab my nuts.” King gives us a look.

I’m not a good man, Payton. Don’t ever forget that. I’m trying to keep my distance for you. Because I don’t want to be the one to ruin you.

Umm, Nero?” I hold the door open and guide Payton though, with a hand on her back. “Yeah?” “How’d you get a key to my building?” My eyes drop to the key I just used. Oh. Right.

My Sweet Girl.

Her shoulders rise with one final deep breath, then she turns away and walks out of view. Leaving the door open… for me.

I’ve never seen a cock in person before. I shuffle backwards on the bed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should lose it to an average guy. A smaller guy. Because surely that’s not normal.

I don’t know how to handle this, the hot and cold, the rough and sweet, with him. But a part of me knows that I’m just broken enough to accept it. To take what he’s willing to give, because what he gives feels so damn close to love.

Jesus, Baby. You’re so fucking slick.” His fingers brush back then forth before he plunges one inside me. “So fucking ready for me.” I moan at the intrusion. “One fuck and you’re already horny for more. Turned you into the perfect little slut, didn’t I?

A hot as hell man walks in through my second story balcony. Strolls through my apartment with a confidence I can only dream of having. Flashes me a glimpse of his gun. Then settles in to eat my popcorn. And… is he humming? Sweet Mother Mary, he’s humming.

Stop,” Nero snaps, and I do. I swear my eyes widen comically when he yanks the blankets back and climbs into bed next to me. “What, um…” I trail off. “I’m not staying,” he mutters it this time. He sounds so resigned, even as he does the opposite of what he just said, and I almost laugh. Nero drops onto his back, shifting the pillow, lifting his head and smacking it back down against the lumpy cotton, trying to get comfortable. With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.

What’s his name?” His voice is still quiet, but it’s also different. A little menacing. “Wh-whose name?” His head tilts, and it reminds me of the nature channel when they show a wild animal stalking its prey. “The man who laid his hands on you. Tell me his name.

What’re you gonna do?” he asks, knowing I won’t be violent toward a woman. I unclench my fists and roll out my shoulders. “I’m gonna call your sister.

The man who laid his hands on you. Tell me his name.

I keep telling you, Sweet Girl, I’m a bad man. I have enemies that will kill you, or worse, to torture me. And when they find out how much I love you, they’ll battle each other, just to be the first to get to you. And if something ever happened to you…” He sucks in a breath. “I’ll burn this entire city to the ground.

I sit up and watch, eyes wide, as he bends down and picks up a pair of my underwear from the top of the pile. “Those are dirty,” I choke out. The man smirks at me over his shoulder, as he shoves them into his pocket.

He can’t be fake. His touch was real. It has to be. Because the way my body reacted––that was real. My nipples are tight against the thin fabric of my sleep shirt, making me all too aware of the fact that I’m not wearing a bra.

What the fuck is that?!” I snap when I finally swallow. But chuckle-face is too busy laughing to reply. I lift his drink out of the cupholder and sniff it. Plain coffee.

Taking a breath, I answer him with a question. “What do I call you?” A low sound rumbles from his chest. “I’ll tell you when I’m inside of you. Now strip.” “St— W-what?” Did he really just say that?

Is that it, Baby? Just one time with my dick and now you need more?

I love this movie,” he says, almost to himself. What. In. The. Hell. Is happening?

His hand slides off my thigh, taking the heat with him. “May I?” May you what?!

And the rest of the house, do you like it?” When she doesn’t answer right away, I continue. “You can change anything you want. Furniture. Paint,” I shrug. “We can gut the whole place or just buy something new.

I never made love to them.” The hand on my stomach drops away. “And I never killed for them.

Welp.” The man apparently named Nero, not just N, claps his hands together. “Is there a reception lunch or something? I’m famished.

Don’t be a dick,” King says to Nero as he straightens his clothes. “That’s Preacher Dick.” Nero grins.

She nods her head against me. “No more other women.” “There are no other women.

Come on, Princess.

I’ll lie, and cheat, and steal, and kill, and do whatever I need to do to protect you. But I’ll never lie to you about who I am. Okay?

He doesn’t understand. I need her. Need to consume her.

And… is he humming? Sweet Mother Mary, he’s humming.

But I’m no longer listening, because now I have a little time to spare, and it’s been too long since I’ve laid eyes on my Sweet Girl.

But you were with her!” I shout the accusation. The memory of his hand on her hip seared into my brain. “She’s nothing!” he shouts back. “Then what am I?” I cry the question. “I already told you,” Nero growls, dropping his weight onto my back. “You’re mine.

You’re okay.” Nero kisses my forehead. “You’re okay, Baby.” He hugs me tighter. “I see you’re wearing my sweatshirt. Just couldn’t stay away from my things, could you.” He kisses me again. “If I could fit in your clothes, I’d wear them too. Wouldn’t care if it was covered in yellow flowers, I’d sleep in it every night I was away from you.

I’ll celebrate with a coconut honey latte when I get to work.

I heard once that soulmates aren’t just for romantic relationships. You can have friend soulmates.

I bet you’ve never told anyone. I bet you did as you were told.” I can feel his exhale against my lips. “Break the rules for me, Sweet Girl. Put yourself first and give me a name.

This is your one chance, Payton.” His voice is rougher than I remember. The deepness of it filling the room. “Your one chance to make the right choice. The only time I’ll let you tell me no.

Payton.” His hips slam against me. “My Sweet fucking Girl.” He withdraws his cock as he licks into my mouth. “You’re mine now.” He thrusts back into me. “That sweet cherry juice all over my cock made you mine.” His head tilts and he deepens our kiss even more, our teeth clicking together, tongues tangling. “Gonna stay buried in this pussy forever.

Such a pretty pussy.” He slides a finger up and down my slit but doesn’t push in. “I bet it’s gonna be tight. Bet you’re gonna squeeze the cum right out of me.

I lift the cup to my face and press my nose to the side opposite the writing, where her palm would’ve been, and inhale.

I’ll burn this entire city to the ground.

God, you’re such a pussy.

I’ve never let anyone see me naked. And I’ve certainly never stripped for an audience. I don’t know if he’s expecting me to move around while I do it because I don’t have the skills it takes to be a stripper, so the rest of me stays perfectly still until the final button slips free.

Off, Payton. Show me those fucking tits.

That’s it. That’s my Sweet Girl. Letting me in so good. So deep.

That’s it, Payton.” His words are hot against my ear. “Take me. Feel me.” “I am.” I choke. “I do.

I need you to do one more thing for me, Baby. Give me one more thing.” “Anything.” I nod my head. “I’ll do anything.” I can feel his breath against my cheek. “I need to feel this virgin pussy come all over my cock.

Say it again,” he growls. “Say my name while you come.” He thrusts up into me, his cock bottoming out as his fingers pinch my clit, and I explode.

I don’t know anything about the man whose body is still draped over me, still inside of me, except his name. Nero. That’s not entirely true. I know that he was here when I needed him most. I know he took the reins I handed him. And, oh boy, did he do a good job.

Payton, you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna fuck you again.

I’m real, Sweet Girl.

Unknown: I know what your virgin blood tastes like when it’s painted across my cock. We know each other.

That’s right.” Nero licks up my cheek, his grip in my hair as unrelenting as the hard dick buried inside me. “Feel me.” He pushes his hips harder against my ass. “Know that it’s me inside of you.” His teeth drag down my neck. “Me that lights you on fire.

I’ll only ever make love to you.” His hips roll up, the tip of him hitting the end of me. “And I’ll gladly kill for you. As many times as it takes.

I thought you were having sex?” “Yeah, in my dreams, and I was fucking an iridescent mermaid.

You know,” he says, when he sees where I’m looking. “Cinderella only left one shoe behind.

Please!” I’m already begging, and he hasn’t even started. “Please I want you to fu––” My plea turns into a strangled moan when his tongue roughly laves at my clit.

Nero scrunches his nose. “And it smells like sex in here because…?” “Because my wife is cooler than yours.

The black-on-black design in my suite of rooms is cliché. The classic mobster aesthetic. But black is fitting, as it matches my cold dead heart.

Nero stares down at me with his devilish black eyes, but he also relaxes. “If you ever hurt my wife, I’ll skin you.” I lift a brow. “Is that all? If you ever hurt my wife, I’ll dangle you over a hungry bear. Let him rip off pieces to eat until no number of tourniquets or amount of adrenaline would wake you back up.” Nero makes an impressed face. “Decent idea.

Come fucking cuddle with me.

Evening.

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.

And I’ll give you anything you want. Anything at all. But it’ll still be nothing compared to what you’ll give me.” “What will I give you?” she whispers. “Peace.

I would dig my own heart out of my chest before I’d hurt you.

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.

I bite my lip. I can buy a bigger bottle now. My lips pull into a smile. I shouls probably call the police. My smile falters.

Good news - I didn't make it all up in my head, Nero is a real man, and we really did have sex. Bad news - he's a dick.

She's done nothing wrong. Except trust me. She should absolutely not trust me.

No one..." I swallow against the tightness in my throat. "No one has ever told me they loved me before." The look in his eyes softens, just the smallest amount. "Me either.

This isn’t breaking and entering, since she left the door wide open for me, but even if it was, it wouldn’t be my first time. And I’m sure it won’t be my last. Because as the saying goes, if you want it done right…

With one quick motion, I shove my shorts down my hips and they drop down my legs. I kick the bunched material away from my feet. I don’t wear underwear to bed, so I’m bared to him. Completely.

One fuck and you’re already horny for more. Turned you into the perfect little slut, didn’t I?

He grips my chin. “I know we have a lot to talk about, but I’ll tell you one thing about me right now. One thing that you need to just believe, okay?” “Okay…” “I’m rich.

I know I’m not built like, well, like the type of girl a guy like him would normally go out with. Something I feel bad for thinking, because I know our bodies don’t tell anything about the type of people we are.