Smug Smirk Novels & Stories

His gaze was fixed on my pleading ones when he responded with a smirk. “Sure thing.”

His smirk deepened. “I.. I would never.”

He glanced at Ava, his eyebrows shooting up in a mocking arc, as he flashed her a cocky, sideways smirk. The smirk twisted his lips, revealing a hint of his straight white teeth, and his eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, as if he thought he had stumbled upon a juicy secret. His gaze lingered on Ava, whose face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment, her eyes narrowing into slits as she prepared to respond to Clark's provocative jab.

Meanwhile, I was trying to stay submerged up to my chin, praying a family of ducks would adopt me before my dignity flatlined. “Stop smirking,” I snapped. “I’m not smirking.” “You’re always smirking.” I jabbed a finger at him from under the water. “That’s your face. Permanent resting smirk.” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair down his annoyingly perfect jawline. “And what’s yours? Permanent resting glare?” “Better than looking like an underwear ad reject,” I shot back. He actually chuckled. Low. Dangerous. The kind of sound that curled low in my stomach and made my wolf perk up like, Yes hello, can we have more of that noise please?

"But I really need to go do some, uh… important stuff." The silence that follows is thick, stretching between us like a taut wire ready to snap. Then— That smile. That smirk. The one that never reaches his eyes, the one that gleams with quiet amusement, like a cat toying with its food. He doesn’t believe me. I can see it. But he doesn’t push it, doesn’t call me out. Instead, his large, calloused hand shoots up, cupping my jaw aggressively, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

He looked right at me again. And he smirked. That smug, nasty man. He was doing this on purpose. He wanted me to see. He wanted me to feel. And, damn it... I did.

My eyes laid on him who was smirking at my reaction . He looked dead dropped gorgeous in his black formal shirt . His shirt was contrasting with his greyish orbs . He was striking with charm and mischief. I know exactly what his smirk means . It means you are a goner now . " hahaha...you are acting like you were committing sin under my nose " he laughed openly . I rolled my eyes on his comments . He was beaming today . He seems like he was very happy today . A gentle smile tugged on my lips . Seeing him happy makes my heart drums.

His smirk returned, slower this time. "Suck on it, dear sister.”

he smirks. My eyes narrow. “So what exactly are you implying?” “I think you know,” His smirk deepens, and a shadow of amusement flickers in his eyes. "It’s about time you sucked my big, fat cock, don’t you think… mate?”

“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?”