Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

he mocked with a sly smile. "Yay!" she exclaimed exaggeratedly, licking her lips afterward. Lison cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. It was incredible how she made him feel like a teenager with raging hormones. "After dinner, we’re going to..." He didn’t finish his sentence. Libia smiled, satisfied. She knew the situation gave her some leverage over him. They had the night to themselves, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

I was begging him, I needed him hard and fast in me. "Damn it, Addie. You just make me so fucking stiff. On fours baby, I want to smack your ass." I was moaning already but did as he tells me to do. "Such sexy ass baby. Make me want to smack it red." He was talking dirty while licking my back, then it came, I jolted forward from the sheer strength of the smack. But then I felt mine was pulsating, as it clenched nothing in me, I was groaning hard, cursing his name. Then he smacked my other one with the same force, making me screamed his name. I was shaking, from the intense feeling of pleasure.

"The Raits keep bringing squirrel pie to spite everyone for never eating it." The man was middle-aged with dark blond hair. He had to be somebody’s father. She didn’t know who. He stared at her for a moment as if he was trying to place her. He let out a wry smile. "This is going to sound strange but you look like somebody I used to know." She didn’t think he knew about the late Calypso Dubois but she moved her long hair to better cover her face. "Maybe I just have one of those faces."

“Happy now?” His smirk turned into a full-blown grin, clearly amused by my irritation. He leaned back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head, a cocky expression on his face. “Very happy,” he said, his tone smug. “Because I want to take you somewhere.” I crossed my arms and scowled at him, my expression defiant. “And what makes you think I’d go anywhere with you?” I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He shrugged, his infuriating smirk never leaving his face. “Oh, I don’t know,” he replied airily. “Maybe because you secretly enjoy my company?”

He half smiled, half smirked in her chest. He playfully and agonizingly turned to me with that silky smirk still plastered on his face. What a jerk. He probably sensed my presence a fucking long time ago but still had to finish up with that cheap slut of a female dog. I averted my gaze trying so hard not to blink because just a few more blinks would send a tear streaming down my cheeks. Damian sighed. ''Oh Sky, Sky, Sky. Didn't someone teach you how to knock?'' He slurred, his voice coming out husky and quite unclear.

*slap* Another sharp smack echoed in the small room. But the guy in front of me just grinned, a maddeningly playful smirk that stretched across his face. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief, until I could feel his breath on my face. "Is this a sign that I can kiss you now?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble. My blood ran cold. "I will kill you if you even try," I hissed back, the words laced with pure venom. I balled my fists at my sides, my whole body trembling with a mixture of rage and disgust.

she expressed, “next time, whenever you feel antsy, come over to me. I will smother you with them.” “You will?” He arched his eyebrows. She nodded her head, a little too eagerly. His lips curled up to form a smirk. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he voiced out, “Go ahead and do it then.” A little too distracted by how charming he appeared right then, she stuttered out, “W-What?” “Compliment me.” His voice was seductive, almost hooking her up, and Sylvia reminded herself to stay in her senses. She couldn’t let him cloud her mind.

“I’m sorry sir, but we can’t let you go in with that cigarette.” Sly was ready to toss it out when I spoke up. “You can do your thing while keeping guard of the environment.” He has been gloomy since morning, I think something happened and he’s trying to pull himself together with a stick of cigarette. Sly who is obviously skeptical about my offer stared at the cigarette pinched between his fingers with a frown. “I don’t mind putting it out Ma’am, that’s why I get paid.”

Her smirk didn’t waver, and it felt like she was daring him to lose control entirely. “You really think I’m intimidated?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, arms crossed loosely. “Because if you are… that’s adorable.” I forced my jaw to unclench. “I’m not here to play games, Sloane. Every time you think this is a joke, you’re wrong. And every little comment you make, every smirk… it’s deliberate, and it’s infuriating.” She laughed softly, leaning just enough toward me to make the space between us almost unbearable. “Deliberate? You have no idea, Professor. I’m just… myself.”

A slow, deliberate smirk curled on his lips. "Now this," he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet, laced with something wicked, "is a sight worth killing for."