Nero (Alliance, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

“Did you take a picture?” The second the words are out of my mouth I realize how dumb it sounds. The car crawls to a stop, and out of the corner of my eye I can see King slowly turn his face toward me. “I’m sorry, I must be losing my fucking mind because it sounded like you just asked me if I took her picture.”

“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.”

Maybe what Nero said, about one fuck turning me into a slut, is true. It’s another thing I’m sure I should be upset about, him calling me that. But he said it so approvingly. Like the way that my body readied itself for him made him proud.

Meet a guy. Have sex twice. Fall in love. Move from your tiny crummy apartment to this multi-million-dollar house and claim partial ownership. Then live happily ever after. With the minor detail of people trying to sabotage us.