"So he wouldn't talk?" Negan asked as I gathered some books to take when I brought food to the man, and I looked back at him shaking my head. "I'm sure he will eventually, just have to earn his trust." I replied softly, and he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection.
He kissed over my shoulder lightly, earning a soft moan as his tongue twirled over my skin. "What's his name?" I asked, and he paused for a moment to think. "Daryl, I think...Dwight told me." I turned to face him, looking into his dark eyes as I let out a sigh. "What did you do to that group Negan?"
He frowned, taken aback by my question, and after licking his lips he gave me a response. "I killed one of them...in front of the others. Bashed the man's fucking skull in." he stated as he smirked at my horrified expression, chuckling menacingly.
"Oh princess, you know it's what I do, so why ask?" he questioned lightly tilting his head, and I looked down quickly clearing my throat. "He's wounded...so I was curious." I replied, my throat dry, and he bent down to kiss my neck. "Your curious nature, though I find it intriguing, doesn't need to get out of hand. Are we clear?" he whispered into my ear, his warm breath hitting my neck as I shivered, nodding quickly.
He kissed over my neck once more, nipping at the sensitive skin as I let out a soft whine, unable to hide the pleasure he gave me. I could feel him smirk into my shoulder before he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
"You better hurry. We don't want our guest to starve," he stated, his gaze making my heart skip a bit as I pushed passed him to leave, but he grabbed my arm. "I'm gonna want to fuck tonight, so be prepared."
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His Little Secret
Fiksi PenggemarAfter the confrontation between Negan and Rick's group, the new threat decides killing one of them isn't enough, and takes Daryl Dixon with him. What happens when Daryl meets Ruthie, who, despite Negan's claim on her, finds our favorite redneck inte...
