Miss Sin Quotes

“Don’t worry, Darling,” he pulls his suit coat off and tosses it aside. “I’m alpha enough for the both of us.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“So yeah, when you take an odd personality, sprinkle it with anxiety, wrap it in a shy exterior, and tape it all together with body image insecurity, the package presented to the world is Boring Nora.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I’m sorry, I figured being 9 inches down your throat was hint enough," he deadpans. “Need me to ask your parents for permission?”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“Want to know why I call you Little Bird?” John’s question is not at all what I expected. I look up at him and nod. “When I first saw you, there was something in your eyes. A wild look, like a Little Bird locked in a cage, dying to break free. Only you’re not a songbird. You’re not something fragile that needs protection from the world. You’re something different. An eagle, a hawk, a bird of prey with sharp talons. A pretty creature, able to defend herself.” He traces a finger up my arm. “You don’t need me to protect you. But I’ll do it anyways.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“What a shit hole,” Tye grumbles behind me. “This place looks like FedEx’s inbred cousin.” Eric shakes his head. “Where’d you find this guy?” he asks, gesturing with his chin towards Tye.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“The handcuffs rattle against my headboard, reminding me to stay still. More than not wanting to get hurt, I don’t want to disappoint John. I want to be his Good Girl. Just thinking that makes me clench my pussy around his length.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“He opens his eyes, and I have my answer. Heat. His gaze is full of heat. “Do you trust me?” I nod. He withdraws his finger, and I squirm against the loss. “Tell me to stop.” I look John in the eye. “Never.” A feral smile pulls across his features. “Then stop fighting me and let me eat this pretty pink pussy.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I smile into the dark. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuddler.” “You won’t be pegging me at all.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“A siren. A fucking sorceress sent here to tempt me. Fuck!” Her pussy clenches and I grind into her. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. But I’m not coming before you.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“Fucking hell. If he’s gonna call me "Good Girl," then he might as well skip past girlfriend and just call me his wife. “I’ll drive you home.” John’s fingers drag over mine as he pushes his chair out and stands.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“John’s large hand covers mine, stilling my fingers. “Like I said, I don’t have a lot of experience with relationships. But if someone else puts their hands on you, I’m likely to remove those hands from their life source. So yeah, Darling, you can call me your boyfriend.” “This is nuts,” I whisper.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“John lets go and leans back in his chair. “Drink your chocolate, Pretty Girl.” He’s killing me with these names!”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I’m sorry, I figured being 9 inches down your throat was hint enough," he deadpans. “Need me to ask your parents for permission?” My face flames red and I can hear snickers coming from the tables near us. “At this rate, I’m not sure they’d approve,” I mumble.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“Us girls have to stick together - ” I pause. “And I’m not counting Denice in that group. That dragon is more reptile than human.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“My eyes flicker open. “Good girl.” His fingers don’t stop their assault. “That’s my good girl.” “I’m so close!” I cry. “That’s right, Darling. Come apart for me. Come on my cock.” His deep voice is the last piece of the puzzle. I shatter around him. Convulsing. Shaking.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“Keep those pretty eyes on me," he demands.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“He’d let me get away with nothing. His hand slides down an inch, his pinky resting against the top of my ass. “Let’s go, Little Bird.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“The flush on my cheeks gets deeper. Fake sleeping with John may have just saved me. I’ll give him a fake blow job as thanks when I get home tonight.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“But of course, he couldn’t just say what he was thinking. Hey Nora, I got you this because I thought you might like it. Hey Nora, I like your big ass and wanted to contribute. Here’s a mocha. Hey Nora, I want to fuck you. Here’s some chocolate. That would be too easy.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“My mind trails back to the sight of her luscious ass walking away from me in that dress today. I didn’t think I had a type. I like all shapes and sizes. But I’ve come to realize that I definitely have a preference. And that preference is big tits, big ass, brown eyes, and motherfucking nipple rings. Or bars. Or whatever the hell they pierce nipples with. Goddamnit, I need to know what they look like!”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I’ve heard the rumors about us dating. The FBI agent and the mafia princess. It’s too good a storyline for gossips to pass up. But shit like that only works in movies. Or books. In real life, it’s a fucking mess.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“Fucking nipple piercings. How’s a man supposed to resist that?! I didn’t even try. Why bother? I was already borderline ready to stalk that pretty little creature before Sasha dropped that bombshell in my lap. And now, knowing she’s not just soft curves and bedroom eyes, she’s even more intriguing.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“If I wasn’t still so scared, I’d be able to appreciate the rolled up shirtsleeve arm porn he has going on. But the sight of the watch just reiterates my need to hurry.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I spent the weekend braless, sitting around my house reading dirty novels, icing my nips with the tiny gel packs Dad gave me one year that are meant for under my eyes. Which is a detail I plan to take to my grave.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“What I wouldn’t give to be in my usual eating spot, alone in the stairwell with my Kindle app open. Thinking of my current read almost makes me smile. I wonder if they'd still find me boring if they knew what sorts of books I read. Ones filled with reverse harem, bullies-turned-lovers, and now anything I can find involving hands around throats.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“John is handsome. And not the normal he could be an actor handsome. But like, he could convince you to make very bad decisions handsome.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin

“I clear my throat. “What, um... what does John do?” I ask, assuming vigilante isn’t his profession. Lisa makes an appreciative sound. “Big Daddy John is a special agent in the F. B. I.” She punctuates each letter like it’s its own title.”
― S.J. Tilly, Miss Sin