Smug Smirk Novels & Stories

Lia smirked. “Am I?”

But he asked with a deep and raspy voice, and his eyes held such hunger that made me want to be his meal; a meal he could spend hours after hours devouring. …so I shook my head. “No.” And he gave me his hot menacing smirk as he spreads my legs apart. The smirk... I didn't need a translator to know it means ‘I’m gonna wreck you, and you know it.’

He smirks like a school on show-your-favorite-toy-day, and I groan. “OK, you win.”

His smirk curves, sharp and knowing. “Did you miss me?”

A slow, dark smirk played on his lips. "What do you think?"

I pulled back, my lips curved in a smirk. "It is done."

"Like what you see - I said smirking at him. He looked everywhere but not at me. And he cleared his throat. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I also wiggled my eyebrow. And then I laughed and smirked. He started coming towards me. Ya Allah!! What he is doing?? He stood just in front of me. "I really liked what I see - he said with a smirking face and my face was red with embarrassment. "Mausam-e-mizaaz gulzaar kar Gaye,

Smug bastard. She really had enjoyed that.

Thanks. He smirked. ‘You’re welcome.’

He had to be bluffing. His lips curled in a slow smirk. “One.” Right? He was just bluffing. There was no way he was going to what? Pull down my jeans and bring his hand down on my butt like I was a child or something? “Two.” Why was he looking so smug? Oh fuck, was the bastard really going to do it? I took in the peculiar glint in his eye and the wicked curve of his smirk. He would. Oh my God, he really would. And there was no one here to stop him.