Sj Tilly Dom Quotes

And it’s okay to daydream about a different life, so long as you’re still giving yourself credit for what you’ve accomplished on your own.

Relatives are the people we’re born with. Family are the people we chose to keep around.

I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.

do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.

He smirks. “You’re getting it now, Mama.” Mama. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

Val, trust me, we get it. Good dick is hard to come by.

Who are you?” Aspen is the first to speak, and her tone is definitely interested. King points a finger at his sister. “No.

Valentine, you’re my wife. I’ll give you whatever the fuck I want.

Something about this man tells me he doesn’t write his name on his luggage. He probably just narrows his eyes at his suitcase, daring it to get lost.

Yeah, Valentine. And when you do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.

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.

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.

Relatives are the people we’re born with. Family are the people we chose to keep around.

I’m so fucked.

Just because we can’t change the past, doesn’t mean we can’t be mad at it.

He narrows his eyes. “Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.

I need a taste of you, Angel. A taste of whatever you’ll give me.” My eyes immediately jump to the abstract drawing of a pair of boobs on the wall. Dom groans. “Fuck, Valentine, I’d kill for just a kiss. But I’ll taste those too if you let me.

Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.” I’ve never given someone this sort of claim over me, and it feels fantastic. “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.

Make me happy, Angel.” I glance back up, finding his blue eyes locked on mine. “Let me feed you. Eat your treat.

And I know what he did isn’t okay. And I know how he did it was shitty. But the more of his family I meet, the more I accept it.

There is no room for mercy in The Alliance. And I am The Alliance now.

Forty-one to my twenty-five. A sixteen-year age gap isn’t too much, is it?

Yeah, I’m her guy.

Dominic Gonzalez.” He closes his fingers around mine. “But my friends call me Dom.

Then please turn off the ceiling lights and shut the fuck up so I can sleep.

I don’t even know what to say to you.” Dom’s hand flexes around mine. “You could just say thank you, husband. How would you like another amazing blow job, husband?” “Dominic!” I hiss, spotting his mom approaching us.

Rob lifts a brow at me in a what the fuck sort of way. And I shake my head in a these two are fucking weird way.

You’re getting it now, Mama.

Hey, Mama.

I don’t even know what part to be more stunned over. The fact that a dangerous mafia man was following me and I didn’t know, or that he hasn’t slept with another woman since then.

Valentine deserves a life full of gold, and all she got was ashes.

I love her. I slide the hand not at her back up around her throat. I fucking love this woman. Everything about her. Every goddamn inch. Every curve. Every tear and every whimper. I love her.

sudden pressure sends electricity shooting through my body, zapping down to my toes before it comes back up to pool between my legs.

My dad is a liar. My mom is a liar. I think I have siblings. But I think they hate me. And I don’t want to be hated. I just want to be loved.

I bite down on a smile, secretly enjoying that he’s teasing me. “I can’t let you do this.” “You can and you will, Angel.

Is this you leaning in?” I whisper. He smirks. “You’re getting it now, Mama.” Mama. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

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.

I…” Holy orgasms, I’m about to come just from his words.

You gave me eighty thousand dollars.” He finally stops walking and turns to face me. “Yeah, Valentine, I gave you some money.” “Some?” I nearly screech. “Yeah. Some.” He snatches my phone out of my hand, drops it into his pocket, and grabs my hand again to start walking. “I told you; I’ll get you a card soon, then you can spend whatever you want. But this will hold you over until then.

I was gonna go slow with you. Spend some time with my tongue in your pussy. But now you have to wait for that.” He kneels on the end of the bed. “Because you begging me for more is my breaking point. And I want to bury my cock in this sweet little pussy right now.

I’ve never had a problem with short girls.” “Short…” I shake my head. “I’m not talking about being short. I’m talking about fat girls. Big girls.

Oh my god, he’s going to replace my cookie.

You’re worth more than everything I have,” I tell her a moment too late, as her body relaxes fully into sleep.

I’m not marrying a wife this fucking sexy and then letting her live six hours away.

I inhale again. Not me. Never again. “You’re worth more than everything I have,

My sigh is loud. “You don’t need to give me money. I have my own credit cards.” I lift my purse, shaking it for good measure. “With my own money.” “Valentine, you’re my wife. I’ll give you whatever the fuck I want.

Dominic licks up my cheek, then places his mouth next to my ear. “Open your fucking mouth.” He widens his legs, pushing mine wider. Then his cock slams into me so deep I feel the twinge in my stomach, and my mouth opens. And he spits into it. My eyelids flutter. My back arches. And I feel his claim everywhere.

I love tattoos. There’s something about them that’s just so… hot.

I need you to come now, Angel.” Dom turns his head toward my ear, enough for me to hear him. “It’s been a long time, and this sweet-as-candy pussy is about to suck the cum right out of me. So I need you to come, Valentine. I need you to be a good little girl and come first.

And I’ll shut the fuck up in a moment. But understand that you’re the only person who can get away with talking to me like that. And only in private.” He crouches before me, his chest completely bare. “I’m not sure what I’d do as punishment if you did it in public. But I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t enjoy it.

This is only a moment. I will be happy in another moment.

Dom lifts an eyebrow, and I lift a shoulder. It’s not like he doesn’t know he’s attractive.

the man in the robe tells us to go with god, and if my face wasn’t so numb, I’d wrinkle my nose. Didn’t he say earlier that Dad was with god now? So isn’t telling us to go with god kinda like telling us all to die?

Self-deprecation is an instinct at this point. A product of growing up with a mother whose skinniness was a result of poor nutrition and drug use. Growing up in a society that has only just started to appreciate bodies of all sizes. Growing up feeling less than because I always had to dig to the back of the clothing rack to find something that fit.

the space inside me that should be filled with passion is just… empty. A blank space filled with dead childhood dreams that faded to dust long before I hit adulthood.

Great. The man I married knows how to drug people. How comforting.

I’m Dominic.” She places her palm in mine, even as I hear her psychotic husband growl. “But feel free to call me Daddy.

Diamond Dom owes you a life debt, and he’d be happy to get that off his back. Which would cover part of what I’m offering.” “Part,” I repeat. “And then what? I owe you a favor and we just keep trading?

Because a good woman can change your life.

So there’s no one out there targeting me for some sort of marriage of benefit. If a man marries me, he inherits an Ikea living room set, an expensive blender I’ve used twice, and a savings account that could buy a decent used car, but not a luxury one.

Life is too short not to lean in,

My mom… sucked. She only ever pretended to be kind when my dad was around. When he wasn’t…” I can feel her shrug. “She was mean.

And, if I were a gentleman, I’d make sure you get at least two favors to every one of mine.

A good woman can change your life. Or so he used to say.