Seduction of the Damned

Loyalty or Death

Victoria's POV:

The truck rumbled beneath us as we made our way out of the Sanctuary, the air outside the walls somehow feeling heavier. It wasn't fear - no, I'd left that behind a long time ago without ever realizing it. This time, it was the weight of the mission ahead. Traitors. A rival faction that needed to be reminded who was in charge. 

They had been sending their spies to the Sanctuary and one of the guards had caught them in the act. One of the last punishments that Negan had dished out had been to one man who gave his group up in one quick squeal, hoping that Negan would hold his promise and spare his life. This was not the case for him. He did meet death quickly, however, and that was almost just as good. 

I sat next to Negan, watching him from the corner of my eye as he leaned back casually in his seat, one hand gripping Lucille, the other resting comfortably on his knee. He was calm, as usual, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes - excitement. I could tell he was looking forward to what was coming. And I was too, in a way I hadn't expected.

It was different now. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't just some observer, following him into danger. I belonged here by his side. It felt normal, it felt right. 

The truck hit a bump, jolting me slightly and Negan's gaze shifted toward me, his smirk already forming. "What's the matter, sweetheart? " he drawled, his voice as smooth as ever. "Getting cold feet now that we're out of the cozy little house?"

I shook my head, smirking softly trying not to let his teasing get to me. "Not at all," I replied, keeping my tone even. "Just making sure you're ready for whatever's coming." 

Negan chuckled, shaking his head. "Me? Babygirl I've been ready since before you even knew this world existed." He leaned closer, his eyes dark and intense, the familiar mix of sarcasm and seduction thick in his voice. "The question is, are you ready? You're not here to look pretty anymore. You're here to prove something."

"I already told you," I said, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "I'm ready."

He watched me for a moment, his smirk widening, clearly pleased with my response. Then, almost casually, he leaned back again, tapping Lucille against his knee. "Good. Because there's something else I've been thinking about."

My heart skipped a beat at the shift in his tone. Worry washed over me at his more serious demeanor. I turned toward him fully, waiting for him to continue.

Negan's eyes stayed on me, his gaze locking me into place. "You've been doing well, Vikki," he said, his voice still soft but there was an edge to it now, a certain dominance that made my pulse quicken. "Real well. And I've been thinking ... maybe it's time to make things a little more permanent." 

I blinked, caught off guard. "Permanent?"

"Yeah." He shrugged like it was nothing, but the intensity in his eyes told me it was anything but. "I want you to move in with me. Out of that little house of yours. Into my place."

My eyes widened and my heart raced at his words. The idea of moving in with him - of sharing his space, his life, more intimately than before - was something I hadn't expected. I had dreamed of it happening one day but I assumed it never would, given what happened with his wives. It felt right. We were already tied together in so many ways, this was just ... making it official.

Negan grinned clearly enjoying the way I was processing his words. "You've earned your place, sweetheart. I think it's time we let everyone know exactly where you stand." His voice lowered, turning into that smooth, dark, seductive rumble that always sent shivers down my spine. "Besides, I want to make sure everyone around here knows you belong to me."

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat of his words settle deep in my chest. There was no mistaking the dominance in his tone, and the possessiveness that came with it. But I wasn't afraid of it. If anything, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction knowing that Negan - this man who ruled through fear and power - wanted me by his side, wanted me enough to make it clear to everyone. 

I raised an eyebrow, letting a small smile tug at my lips. "You sure you're ready for that, Negan? Having me around all the time?"

Negan let out a low, dark laugh, leaning closer until his lips were inches from mine, his hand snaked up to my throat, squeezing it gently while he pushed me back against the truck door. "Trust me - I'm more than ready to make this official." His eyes gleamed, full of challenge and heat. "And I think you are too." 

With that he pressed his lips against mine hungrily, tightening his grip on my throat just slightly. Letting me know that I was his and this is where I belong. I returned the kiss before he pulled back. His words lingered between us, heavy and electric.

I could feel the tension tightening around us, the unspoken understanding that this wasn't just some casual offer. He wanted me there. He wanted to show the world that I was his. And deep down, I wanted it too. There was no hiding that anymore. 

I leaned back, keeping my voice light even though my pulse was racing. "Well when you put it like that, how could I say no?"

Negan's smirk returned, full of satisfaction as he released me and sat back against his seat. "That's what I like to hear." He paused, his voice dropping lower, his gaze never leaving mine. "You're not just gonna stand on the sidelines anymore, Vikki. You're in this, with me. And after today, everyone's gonna know it. It's time to show them that darkness you've been hiding all this time."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a wave of excitement crashed over me as I came to terms with what I'd been questioning recently. Darkness. There was something different about me lately, something that I think has been there for so long. Since the first time, my Dad hit me. The day I wished him out of existence. It's been festering there, deep within my soul for years and now it was finally time to let it out. 

I nodded, my heart still pounding, but this time it was from pure excitement and adrenaline. I wasn't the same little girl I used to be. I didn't just stand back and watch anymore. I belonged here - with him. And I was ready to prove it,