The truck doors opened, and I was rushed into a factory building. His men still aimed their guns at me as we walked, and once we reached a black door, they motioned for me to go inside. Not wanting to get shot, I complied.
It was a bedroom. There was a huge bed off to one side, and a living room area on the other. I was studying the decorations when the door opened again and Negan entered, eyes going straight to me and smiling wide.
"What do ya think?" he asked, holding his arms out, as if showcasing the room—his bedroom, I assumed.
I glared at him, and did my best to stand my ground as he took a few steps towards me.
"You've got a few choices here, Mr. Grimes," Negan stated, setting the bat onto a chair. "You can become a Savior and work for me. Or, you can serve me in a better way…" His eyes drifted down to my crotch, and then he smirked.
"I'll never work for you." My voice was like ice, and I continued to glare at him.
"Oh, cut the shit." Negan rolled his eyes. "I am sick of playing these fuckin' games with you. I know you want me."
I held his gaze, eyes still narrowed, and I didn't respond. It was true, I did want him. I also wanted to kill him. He was our enemy, and I hated that he was so fucking tempting.
"Maybe I'm wasting my time here. Maybe I'll go back to Alexandria and take your brother instead."
"Leave Rick out of this," I growled.
"Could introduce him to Lucille…" Negan said, turning to look at his bat.
The idea of him killing my brother enraged me.
As soon as he stopped looking at me, I lunged forward and shoved him with all my strength. He staggered backwards and crashed against the door, before regaining his balance. I had acted out so fast that once again, I really hadn't thought this action through. Before I could react, Negan was shoving me backwards.
I felt myself start to fall, and my ass hit the mattress. I went to stand, but he was on top of me in a split second, his breaths were ragged and he pressed his bottom half into me.
Once again, he was hard.
I closed my eyes as he started to grind against me. I wanted him so bad, and hated myself for it.
"You can't fight this forever," he taunted. I looked up into his eyes, and felt so many emotions—anger, hatred, and god help me, arousal. I could feel myself getting hard just from the close proximity. That scent of his, the feeling of him touching me… I wanted more.
And now we were alone, and my mind went back to that first day I met him.
'I won't tell if you don't.'
That's what he said, and I wanted to believe him, especially now that he was pinning me against his bed.
Rick and the others… they didn't have to know.
No one had to know.
And I couldn't hold back any longer.
My hand slid up to his dark hair and I gripped him roughly, pulling him down towards me, and my mouth smashed hard against his. He didn't kiss me back right away, but smiled against my lips, and I pressed my tongue inside, forcing his mouth open. I relished the feeling of his beard against my face—it was that rough feeling of his stubble that turned me on even more. When he finally kissed me, it was rough, and he took control of it, pressing his mouth against mine hard. I continued to grip onto him as he moved his lower half against me, grinding his erection into my leg.
He moved his mouth away from mine and I didn't want him to stop. I tried to pull him back, but he remained lingering above me.
"Take off your pants."
It was an order, and the sound of his voice brought the feistiness out of me. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fuck you," I shot, still not able to look away from him.
He grinned and got up off me. I thought he was going to stop, but he started to undo my belt. Once it was unbuckled, he yanked my pants down, bringing my boxers off with them in one swoop. I was already completely hard, but he didn't look down, and instead was still looking at my face.
"Don't you dare act like you don't want this," he said in a low voice, moving a hand to my hard member.
Fuck me… I do want this.
I grabbed Negan's arm and pulled him back to me, and kissed him again. He started to jerk me off, and I moaned against his mouth at the feeling of his large hand grasping my firm dick. He pumped my shaft quickly, and I thrust into his hand, desperate for his touch.
He stopped kissing me again and backed up to remove his clothes. First his jacket and shirt, and then I watched him undo his own belts, eager to see the large bulge that was poking out in his pants.
Once his clothes were completely removed, I couldn't help but stare at his naked body.
God, he was perfect.
I couldn't help but stare at his erection, standing at full attention facing me. I had felt him before, when I had tried to take my gun back. Now I wanted to feel it again, but really feel it.
"You gonna fucking stare all day, or you gonna suck me off?" he teased, standing before me in all his glory. His words always infuriated me, but I was too far gone to care about his snarky remarks any longer.
I slid off the bed and sunk down onto my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth instantly.
Negan let out a loud moan, and started thrusting back and forth inside my mouth. I closed my eyes at the feeling of his dick pressing in and out. He was huge, but I opened my lips wide so he could press in further with each push.
"That's it…" he drawled, watching his dick slide in and out my mouth. "Get it nice and wet."
He didn't need to tell me where this was headed. I wanted it just as bad as he did.
Once his dick was wet from fucking my mouth, he pulled out and grabbed me by the shoulder, yanking me up and spinning me around to face the bed. I bent over the side, and he leaned over me, pressing his erection against my ass and holding his index, middle, and ring fingers out in front of my mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. I opened my mouth and took the digits in individually, coating them in my saliva, getting them nice and wet. He pulled them out, and I felt him start to slide them into my entrance. I moaned low, and clutched the bed sheets. He removed his fingers after spreading them a bit, and I braced myself.
Negan slammed into me hard, making me cry out as I felt him inside me. My hands tried to grasp the bed again, but Negan pulled both my arms behind my back and held them there as he pressed in further.
His grip on my arms tightened, and I pressed my face into his bed as he started to pull out a bit and then thrust in farther than before, hitting that perfect spot inside. I groaned loud, and Negan continued to fuck me, hard.
I could feel a pressure building inside me, and my dick pressed into the bed as he moved inside me. Negan was moaning loud as he set a pace, pumping in deeper and deeper, building this intense pressure inside of me. I bit my lip, the pain was almost unbearable, but it was also incredibly intoxicating—so good, that I couldn't help but succumb to it.
He started to pick up the pace, and I could feel my slit stretching with each unyielding thrust. The rhythm he set started to become sporadic, and after a hard push, he came inside, his grip on my wrists tightening as he rode out the pleasure.
I hadn't reached it yet, and frowned when he pulled out of me. He let go of my arms and I slid them back down and felt the cool bedding against my palms. I missed the sensation of him being inside.
Negan spun me around so I was facing him, half my body still hanging over the side of the edge of the bed—my dick painfully stiff.
I watched as he lowered himself down before me and took my erection into his mouth. The feeling made me close my eyes and lean back onto the bed. He took me far in; his tongue swirling against my length. My orgasm had already been building when he fucked me, and now he was going to bring me over the edge.
I could feel the parts of his rough beard surrounding his lips rub up against my sensitive flesh, adding to my pleasure. Negan took my dick further into his mouth, and I felt the pressure finally release, emptying myself down his throat.
I watched him swallow all of it, then he stood up and licked his lips and smirked at me.
I tried to catch my breath after the intense high. Once I composed myself, I stood up off his bed just as Negan sat down on it. I picked my pants up and started to pull them back on.
Negan watched me curiously.
"You're not gonna stay and cuddle?" he teased, leaning to the side and watching me buckle my belt.
I didn't look up, and concentrated on getting dressed. He chuckled darkly and I glared at him.
"What?" I snapped.
"I thought for sure I fucked that attitude out of you, but apparently not."
I turned away from him, not wanting to think about what we had just done.
Negan sighed loud.
"I know you hate me, and I can't fucking change what's happened. But we can decide where to go from here." It sounded like he was trying to convince me. "You wanna make this shit complicated, but it doesn't fucking have to be that way."
I didn't want to look at him, but eventually my eyes drifted back to his. His expression was hard to read.
"I won't tell them," he promised, smiling a little. He was trying to convince me to relax, but how could I? I had just betrayed my family.
"You killed my friends!" I shouted it, surprising myself, but not Negan. He didn't even flinch as I blew up at him. "You have ruined Rick! You've forced him to turn into such a fucking doormat!" I was practically spitting the words out. "I HATE what you've done to him. I fucking HATE you!"
I balled my hands into fists, feeling so much anger. Not just at Negan, but at myself as well. Perhaps I didn't hate him as badly as I should have, and that made me hate myself.
Negan stood from the bed and walked over to me, still completely naked. Even though he was completely exposed, he was still just as threatening as ever.
"You can hate me all you fucking want," he said with a deep, serious frown, "but you enjoyed what we just did. You can't deny that."
He was right. I couldn't deny it. I hadn't had sex that good in my entire life, and I would be lying if I said I didn't want it to happen again. But all I could feel was guilt. I had completely betrayed my family—laying with a man that hurt them so badly. Rick would never forgive me for it.
They didn't understand what it was like, to be so fucking lonely back at Alexandria. I hadn't talked about it, and did my best to ignore that feeling, but it was true. I was alone. I tried to preoccupy myself with tasks and taking care of my family, but I missed being touched—being fucked—being wanted.
I was lost deep in my thoughts, and must have looked so hopeless, because Negan was staring down at me so intensely. His next words hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Stay here. With me."
I looked up at him with wide eyes, not understanding what he was suggesting.
"Stay, and I won't kill your brother. Carl, the baby… we won't hurt them. You have my word."
Was he joking? He said it with such seriousness. Was he really making me this offer?
My head tilted a bit in confusion, and Negan chuckled.
"When you want something bad enough, you learn to make compromises."
He wants me that bad?
A part of me detested this man for what he did to the people I loved. Another part really wanted to stay—to be his. He was offering me that, and the chance to protect my family.
They wouldn't even know about this agreement—but they would be safe.
And that's all that mattered anymore.
I nodded, looking up into his eyes. I would do anything to protect my family, and he knew that. Perhaps this was his way of making staying with him easier.
"Okay," I agreed. Negan placed a hand on my arm and surprisingly, it was gentle—so unlike him. He rubbed my arm and smiled.
"Good boy."
