Draco Malfoy Smirk Novels & Stories

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

Draco struck his walking stick against the floor in anger. "Do you think you can intimidate me just by raising your voice?" Evan let out a cold chuckle. "I won't interfere with them as long as you don't do anything about Caroline." Draco glared fiercely at Evan. "Well, it seems you've become quite rebellious." Evan replied coolly, "You should enjoy your retirement and not concern yourself with matters that are none of your business." "I can reclaim everything I've given you!" Draco's anger caused him to tremble.

“You beast.” “I know. I’m worse than you can think of. I will wait till the day we met again. As your wolf would say, it’s either you choose death or death chooses you. Surprised that I know your words, Draco.” He pulled his mask off his face and tossed them aside. The scar above his eyebrows became more visible, he doesn’t have any gray hairs. It was dark and his eyes were gunmetal blue, his nose was pointed and his lips were thin. He did not have any beards or maybe he had shaved.

he asked, earning a death glare in return. A smirk formed on Draco's face. "Fine then, let's have it your way," Draco pulled him back to the sun with the chain tied around his neck and he screeched in pain. He kept struggling and crying out loud and Draco simply chuckled with a satisfied look on his face. While Draco did that, Kira would steal glances at Damien who had not made an attempt to look at her since he arrived. When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied to her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach.

He smirked. "If you regard that as your breakfast, that's not mine. It can never be my breakfast. I'll take it as water or some kind of energy boost. After all, we're not the same." "I can see you've got the nerves, I didn't teach you well enough since you decided to still be so sharp tongued. You can't just afford to keep quiet and stay still." Draco mumbled some sort of complain, making me feel a bit of guilt. "I'm sorry." I muttered in a low tone, facing downwards.

Draco appeared in the doorway. He looked at Maren. He looked at the smile. He looked at Rocco. "She smiled at him," I said. "I know," Draco said. He had the expression of a man who had been waiting for his daughter to smile at him specifically and had not yet received it and was processing this information with the specific composure of someone managing a significant feeling. "She smiled at Rocco," I said. "I heard you," Draco said. "Before she smiled at you," I said.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

I was still so sensitive, and slick and aching despite how much I wanted to punch him in the throat. “Fine," I hissed. “But if you try anything…” “You'll sue me..I remember." He rolled his eyes, then stood up slowly, walking towards the door. He unlocked it without looking back at me, but I waited, hoping Draco would drag him out too. The second it opened, to my greatest surprise, Draco slipped inside like smoke, without even waiting for Marius to say a word. His shirt was already half unbottoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows and that signature lazy grin plastered across his face.

I tightened my grip on my own wrists, my scent flaring with a mix of frustration and quiet grit. "I wasn't trying to push, I just wanted to ask a...." Before I could even finish the snarl, Draco Wesley’s head snapped in my direction. Our eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, it felt as though the bioluminescent crystals hanging from the ceiling pulsed with a sudden, blinding intensity. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his golden-brown eyes dancing with recognition.

“Hey punk, take off those glasses.” The young man went up to Draco with a ferocious grin and waved the knife in front of his face. “Why don’t you try taking it off me?” Draco said with a wide grin. The young man did not expect such a bold reply. Agitated, he shouted, “I’ll take it off you and dig your eyes out for the dogs!” He reached out to the glasses but before he could touch it, Draco seized his wrist.