Filthy Rich Quotes

“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

“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

“As he got on with the ceremony, I tilted my head to the side. “I will make them pay for beating you.” She stiffened. “I-I…they didn’t.” “Bullshit.” Another flinch. “Don’t lie to me, Inessa,” I warned, and as Doyle droned on, I whispered, “They did a good job, but not good enough. You’ll dance in their blood if you want.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“It was human nature for the good to blur and for the bad to stick out like a sore thumb.”
― 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

“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

“Inessa and I had similar tastes, though, and I’d steered her to Serena Akeroyd’s backlist. From her Goodreads account, where we were friends now, she was whizzing through the books, so why wouldn’t she want to meet her?”
― 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

“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

“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

“I reached down, rubbed my thumb over her snatch, that tiny line of hair, and rumbled, “Who did this for you?” She swallowed, her focus on my hand, and whispered, “Someone at a salon.” “I’ll do this for you from now on.” Inessa laughed, and her eyes sparkled when she looked at me. Then, when she realized I wasn’t joking, her mouth rounded into a perfect O that made my dick weep pre-cum. “You’re not serious?” she questioned. “I’m deadly serious. No one sees this pussy but me.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“Eoghan growled, but I ignored him—he kept doing that. A part of me wondered if I’d married myself to a wolf, but that was ridiculous. He was just a grouch.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“You’ll lose your fucking hand if you touch my wife again,” I growled over his screams that had guards surging forward and guns being drawn.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“You’re very handsome,” I whispered, my voice husky. He arched a brow. “Thank you.” His voice was toneless, but his eyes gleamed with humor. I felt gauche, very young and stupid, until he leaned into me, pressed a kiss to my temple, and whispered, “A handsome groom for a beautiful bride. We’re going to make the congregation weep.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“Sex, violence, and blood were as commonplace in my world as carrots and onions were in the world of someone normal.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“What if she doesn’t like me?” His lips twitched until he saw my genuine concern. “Then I’ll shoot her.” I huffed. “Then Eoghan will shoot you. My goal is to keep you alive, not get you killed.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“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

“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

“You’re not the biggest monster I’ve come across.” Her words floored me. Fucking floored me. And not because I was jealous either. Our eyes met and held, and out of nowhere, a flame soared between us, arcing into being. The lust came as a surprise, but the depth of it? Annihilation. It razed me to the ground.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“Tears pricked my eyes at the thought, and I dipped my chin, whispering, “They can’t touch me anymore.” He stiffened at that. “You’re damn right they can’t.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Rich

“She was mine to protect, mine to defend, just fucking mine. 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