When She Stops Playing Nice Novel Novels & Stories

She swallowed, then asked in a tone higher than normal, “S-so… you have a playroom? Kind of like… the Red Room?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re curious,” I smirked. “I’ve got a playroom…Not exactly crime scene material, though.” Her fingers twitched then curled and landed flat on her laps. Disbelief much? She pressed on, hesitating slightly. “And… it ended amicably? No fights, no grudges?” I let the silence stretch, letting her squirm in it. Then I said, “Yes. Amicable.” My gaze drifted to the whiskey on the table, enjoying the subtle shift I had caused.

"I explored. There’s a fucking difference. I wanted to see how far you’d go. Now I know." "And now that you know?" she asked, "What happens now?" "Now I’m telling you, don't roll your eyes at me again," I hissed, "Unless you want me to show you exactly how helpless I am when I stop playing nice." She tilted her head, "Oh, and what do you do when you're not playing nice, Raphael?" "First thing I do is call you out on your bullshit," I said, my voice dropping into a flat tone that she didn't expect.

She's now 3 months old while Seth and I are 6 months in our relationship. It's been great with him and I'll keep saying that. My cast is finally off and my foot is fine. Now I have to lose a deal with Seth so I can go back to being a brunette. The blonde hair looks great on both of us but I rather having my normal hair color. I sat the snacks and juice on the bedside table sitting up against the headboard. "Was Nick asleep when you took her?" I asked him "No, he was watching a scary movie" He said to me

Her amber eyes, which had seemed so soft and forgiving, hardened into something cold and calculating. "Finally," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I thought he'd never leave." Sophia's blood ran cold. "What?" "You have no idea how hard it's been, playing the sweet, innocent girlfriend." Nicole leaned back against her pillows, her injured ankle still propped up, but her posture had changed she looked less like a victim now and more like a queen on her throne. "Smiling when I wanted to scream. Pretending to be kind when all I wanted was to tear you apart."

“Nice. Innocent.” The first time I told her about submissive and dominant, she shrunk into herself. Mouth wide open, eyes bulging with a childlike curiosity and excitement I had never seen on another woman. Sophia and I had been friends for a while then, she wasn’t the least bit innocent so Nicole was a new, welcome change. El slams the diary shut. “Was she pretty?” “Yeah...” I realise it’s not the right answer a little too late and add, “I guess. She was okay.”

Why can't I stop myself? ***** "You like this, don't you?" I said. "This is nasty. This is the nastiest thing you've ever done, isn't it? It turns you on to do nasty things." She hum- squeal-moaned, in protest or agreement I couldn't say. "You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad.

I said, already planning on using any means to make her obey, but what I didn’t expect was the sudden shift on her face. From all that frowning and irritation, she somehow pulled out a smile, a real one, or close enough, and nodded like she’d just been asked to water the plants. “You should’ve just started with that,” she said sweetly. “Staying put? Of course, I will.” I blinked. Huh. Well… that was unexpected. But I wasn’t about to question it or ruin the rare moment of peace. If she wanted to play nice, I wasn’t going to stop her.

I clamped my arm around her waist and squeezed, locking her in place. For a long minute, we just breathed. I felt the thrum of her orgasm fading, and her warmth seizing around me. Finally, she raised her head, her eyes hazy and soft, "You can be nice to people even if you don't like them, you psycho. The world won't break." I stared down at her, at the flushed cheeks, the thick lashes, and the sunshiny eyes. It was a look that always gut-punched me. "I don't do nice," I rasped, my cock was still buried to the base, and I ground my hips, just a fraction, a reminder of who had the final say. "Nice gets you killed. You should know that by now."

The certainty that no Lorenzo could have what was mine. "Stop looking at me like that," she said, setting down her fork. "Like what?" "Like you're doing." I almost smiled. "I'm not trying to have any bad intention, Sophia." "Then what are you doing?" Winning, I thought. Playing the long game. Making myself indispensable so you never think to leave. "Being nice," I said. "This is you being nice?" "It's a work in progress." She studied me, those dark eyes searching for the trap. Smart girl. There was always a trap. "You don't have to pretend. I'm not going anywhere."

“If you’ll excuse me...” “I won’t.” She smiles wider. “I want a word.” Something cold skips down my spine, but I keep my voice level. “What can I do for you?” “For starters,” she purrs, gliding into my path, “you can stop playing games.” “I don’t play games.”