One shots-Draco Malfoy

Maid part 2

It was Friday when she gave herself to him, again. He had never been as evil as he was that night. It surprised her. If any other man would have said the same words as him, she would have given them a peace of her mind. She thought about doing that tomorrow when she had to walk through the doors of the Malfoy Manor.

As much as his words hurt, they lured her in. She was playing with fire and already had gotten her fingers burnt. His words kept repeating themselves in her head. "You're nothing special." "I don't care if you cry." "Worthless whore." "Good for nothing more than this, y/n."

She thought about never going back there. It sounded good from time to time and the next she couldn't wait for Monday, so that she could see him again.

When she finally walked into the manor her stomach twisted with excitement and anxiety. She started cleaning the library, not letting him know of her presence. The library was massive so cleaning it was going to take for a long time.

She was scrubbing the floors when the man walked in to the dark space. He leaned against a shelf, crossing his arms. He watched her for a while before letting her know of his presence.

"And here I thought that I had to hire a new maid," she jumped at his voice, turning her head to glance at him. She pushed her hands off the floor, standing up. She turned towards him, fixing her dress.

"Why's that?" she asked, throwing the rag into a bucket. He pushed himself off the shelf, walking towards her. She watched him as he walked. Hands in his pockets like always, but he wasn't dressed the same.

He wasn't wearing the tidy trouser nor his usual button-up-shirt. Instead he had grey sweats and a white t-shirt, which she had never seen on him. He looked different but really good however. He stopped in front of her, leaving space to not to make her feel uncomfortable. He looked at her eyes, trying to read her feelings.

"Look, y/n. I shouldn't have said what I said, but I did and I'm sorry. I know it doesn't justify it, but I was angry with my father and I took it out on you. You know that I'm not a good and a kind man, but I never meant those words I said to you that night," he said with remorseful eyes. She looked away at him as she didn't expect an apology.

"You're not nothing. You're everything a guy could ask for. And I understand if you want to stop sleeping with me. I-"

"I don't want to stop sleeping with you," she said, cutting him off and looking up at him. He looked surprised, but quickly erased the emotion from his face.

"You don't?" he asked, sounding confused.

"No, I don't," she admitted.

"But if you ever degrade me anywhere outside the bedroom, I will walk out and never come back" she added, crossing her arms.

"But in the bedroom?" he asked.

"I've figured that I quite like to be humiliated by you," she said, her cheeks flaring up in embarrassment. He smirked at her, taking a step closer and closing the cap between them. He took her chin in his hand, tilting her head back.

"Yeah? You like to be treated like a whore?" his thumb caressed her skin. She nodded at him not being able to from any words.

"What a dirty girl," he said, leaning in to seal their lips together. His hand from her chin moved to her cheek as his other pulled her closer by her waist. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling him up through the thin shirt.

"Tell me how you want it," he broke their kiss, slamming his lips back to hers after getting the words out, eager to taste her.

"Tell me how you want to be fucked," he breathed out, pulling her closer to him.