Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐑𝐄 to find the Hound. Well, I didn't. I barged into his chamber hoping he will be there tonight and not fucking some whore again. I don't know if I'm more jealous or sexually frustrated, but I certainly knew I wanted the dog, I'm not sure if tonight but definitely one day.

He was half naked when I opened the door and placed the wine I brought with me on the round table he's sitting at. The man ignores me until I make myself comfortable on his lap, filling him a glass of red liquid.

I think he first thought I was a servant who came to change the bed covers or something, as the only chair at the table was indicated me that he doesn't have any visitors.

Without looking at me again he takes the glass and takes a gorgeous sip of wine, just as my eyes lock with the giant bulge inside his breeches. "what are you doing girl?" his question cuts through the awkward silence like a knife.

I take his glass and drink, emptying it. "I would appreciate if you will continue using the term 'woman' " and I find myself shifting closer to the hardened shaft

he groans "why the fuck were you at Littlefinger's brothel?" Shit.

His hand wraps itself around my neck, my bun slightly touching his chest. I let out a chuckle as seductive as a whore's and lean closer to his chest, pressing a cheek to it, making his hand go from the front of my neck to the back of it.

My slow, tempting kisses left the red shade of my lip paint on the Clegane's neck "Go back to your Tarly cunt." he snaps

"Be a good dog, Clegane, and maybe I'll make you my whore" I give him a peck on his burned cheek, feeling his arousal getting harder.

That's when I get up and leave, like he did previous nights ago to me. I make sure not to look behind at the man, who's still processing what just happened to him.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, after breaking our fasts Sansa and her betrothed took a stroll around the gardens and I was invited too. Joy. Meeting the cunt and my annoying sister was the last thing I wanted to do right now.

The Prince kisses my sister's had then mine and I can't help but stare at his dog, imagining he was leaning to kiss my hand.

"I apologize for what happened on the King's Road, my lady" he grins

"There's nothing to apologize for, my Prince" I want to smack your head against the pavage, my Prince.

He gives me a boyish laugh, then looks at the Hound and back at me. Someone definitely told him about what I did that night.

I let Sansa and Joffrey walk in front of me, so I can approach the man. When I said approach I didn't mean taking his arm and smiling sweetly at him like Sansa did to the royal cunt, but smirk at him, letting my hand 'accidently' slip past his crotch and whispering a sly "I am sorry I couldn't help you with your problem last night" before walking up to Sansa and Joffrey who were chirping sugary compliments to eachother.

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