Sly Smirk Novels & Stories

I liked the assurance in his voice, his confidence, the fact that he didn’t stutter or pretend not to see me. Most men would have panicked and stammered out apologies. Not Rick. Of course not. When I looked back at him, he was wearing that sly, incredibly sexy smile, and a warm feeling washed over me. “Stop smiling like that,” I said before I could stop myself. “Like what?” he asked innocently. “That,” I replied, pointing an accusing glance at his lips, “that smirk.” He slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, his smirk deepening. “This one?”

He grabbed the mic and 'ordered' YES, ordered everyone to pay attention to him. 'What the fuck?' I hissed at him and tried to pull my hand away from his but that hulk didn't even give me a look and continued like I was not trying to shake off his hold like his touch was burning my skin with every passing second. A smirk was playing on his lips. An evil one. That kind of smirk that expresses that he knows what he is going to do next is gonna pull your soul out of your mouth. Yeah, That kind of smirk. That smirk gave me shivers right down to my spine and an unknown fear gripped my heart. I knew it! I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here. Fucking Hell.

Sylvester smirked but did not move. "You have two options. Either mate with me or mark me. You can not do both." *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Because he's gay? "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me."

I asked with a smile, poking my tongue out of my mouth, licking and sucking on it with saliva dripping from the sides. “ Fuck- make me cum! That? Yes.” I smiled, saying with a smirk, “ Tell me, whose pussy is this? Are you mine, mhmm?”

Just empty, aching space. “No—Slade! Shit!” The frustration crashes through me like ice water. My thighs tremble violently. My hips jerk upward, seeking contact that isn’t there. He rises just enough to hover over me again. That dark, knowing smirk curves his lips—the one I both crave and despise in equal measure. “Now, now, Baby Girl,” he murmurs, amusement bleeding through the rough promise in his voice. “Don’t get so impatient.” How can someone be this perfect and cruel at the same time?

He smirked. His mouth moved silently, his smirk darkening with the devilish glint in his eyes before it turned pitch black. “Got ya.” My eyes closed.

I feel like I'm just fueling the fire because of that. I really do have a bad mouth, am I? I saw him laugh softly before looking at me sarcastically. "After you writhe under me? After I licked your body? You shouted my fvcking name every time you came! You moan my name every time I am inside you, regardless if it's my tongue or my sword, you're still pleasured. Now tell me, am I really bad at delving in, my baby?" He smirked and I don't really like that kind of smirk he is showing.

I questioned. The smirk was a subtle, enigmatic curve of her lips, a hint of amusement that danced across her face. “I will see you in one hour. Do not be late.” The silky tone of her voice was a low, sultry sound that seemed to vibrate through the air, a sensual hum that was both captivating and intimate. And the wink, oh, the wink was a sly, conspiratorial gesture that seemed to be meant for my eyes alone. It was a fleeting, flirtatious moment, a whispered promise of secrets and shared understandings that only we were privy to.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, one that didn’t belong to Rhunar at all. “Yeah,” he said smoothly. “That’s because the hottie is busy. And I’m sure once he’s done, he’ll apologize to her.” His tone dripped with arrogance, each word stretched out as if he was savoring it. The smirk lingered on his face, like he was daring someone—anyone—to call him out. Across from him, Lya’s chewing slowed. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as she studied him from over the rim of her spoon. The suspicion that flickered in her gaze was faint but sharp, like the glint of a hidden blade.