Sonic Smirk Novels & Stories

He smirked at me. "Stop doing that" I frowned at him. "What?" Ace went to take a cigarette out of the box. "Stop smirking" I stopped his hands from moving. "Smoking is bad for you" I teased him. "I know, that's why I do it, I'm a bad boy" Ace winked playfully in response. "Oh really, I couldn't tell, that skull tattoo on your neck doesn't give it away at all" I said sarcastically. He smiled softly at the floor.

A smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like I've quite made an exquisite masterpiece," he sexily uttered making Sumire's face turn red in embarrassment and she immediately submerged her body in the water filled with petals. "Yeah, you made one of a hell and heavenly art on my body." Sumire shyly said, curving her lips into a naughty smile that Mort broke into a sexy chuckle. "Making you scream in pleasure and smile is my favorite thing to do now."

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?”

"Gladly. Just say when." My pulse thudded in my ears as the fury twisted tighter inside me, refusing to burn out, refusing to let go. He only stood there, bloody calm, that unbearable, insufferable smirk tugging at his lips as if he knew exactly how close I was to shattering. That smirk I hated—God help me—that I wanted. "Smug little shit," I snapped, my voice low, trembling with rage, even as my fingers curled into fists at my sides, every nerve in me sparking against something far more dangerous.

His deep timbre rumbled over the rock music. I jerked my chin in a nod. "I take it you're Rock? Remind me not to piss you off." His face split in a grin, transforming his expression from don't-mess-with-me to friendly. "You don't screw with my girl and we'll be all right."

He walked towards me with fluid strides, a satisfied smirk on his face and an evil glint in his eyes "How are you, my love?" His voice which sounded smokey and gave me goosebumps once upon a time now sounds strident and makes my skin crawl. "F…fu..fuck you." My voice sounded hoarse and the pain in my throat intensified but I would curse him all over again with all the strength in my being if it meant that I could wipe that stupid smirk off his face. My efforts proved futile when his smirk widened further. "It's good to see that you're still your cheeky self but that attitude wouldn't last for long as I'm going to purge it out of your system just as I would purge you out of this world."

Smith stood up and smiled. “I volunteer as tribute” he announced with three fingers saluting in the air. I don’t get it, but Gunner laughed, so I suppose he does. “Okay” Gunner chuckled as Smith came to stand in front of us. Gunner placed his hand on Smith’s shoulder and leaned in close to his face. “Your right hand is itchy, isn’t it?” Gunner said in a low smooth voice. “Yes Master” Smith replied in a robot voice. I huffed with annoyance and Gunner smacked him across the back of the head. Smith laughed and apologised as he rubbed the spot Gunner smacked.

And as a very satisfied smirk plays around the corner of my mouth, she only but smiles at me, “Wipe that smirk off your face.” Not hiding it for one moment, I only but confidently smile back at her, “What smirk?” “The one that screams I am going to have sex.” I cannot help but burst out laughing at her, “I did not know you get a sex smirk.” “Well, you do now.” “Then I am happy to have one on my face.” With the heat only but building between our anticipating bodies, she leans even closer, “If you are not careful I will put something else on your face.”

He was intrigued. “That was—” “Real,” he cut through her protest. “People don’t kiss like that unless they mean it.” “I kissed you to make you shut up.” A smirk stretched his lips, but it wasn’t the kind of smirk that lasted more than two seconds. Although it was razor-thin, carved straight across his face like it was born from some kind of darkness. He smirked knowing he's not threatened in the least and not bored. “Then make me shut up again,” his voice turned smoky. “I won’t stop you.”

“Because you’re not going to like what happens next.” His smirk widens. “Try me.” That fucking smirk is a challenge, a direct fuck you, daring me to do exactly what he wants, to lose control, to snap, to break him down completely. And maybe I should hold back. Maybe I should remind myself that this is a game, that he’s just baiting me the same way he always does. But the way he’s looking at me, the way his breath catches slightly despite that smug grin, he wants this.