Negan made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. He reached out and gently traced the skin of her exposed hip where her shirt had ridden up. He couldn’t help it… To be honest, since the moment he had laid eyes on Lucille—she had been the only one he wanted throughout the day. Normally, he would think of what type of mood he was in and then decide based off each separate wife… But today, wasn’t that type of day.
All Negan could think about was having Lucille beneath him. He remembered the way that her face looked when he had done some just so right… And that is all the man wanted. Should he call of the harem? Or would that fuck up the order that he had going on.
Negan let out a low sigh, dragging his eyes back over to his wife. “I know, baby.” He said gruffly. Suddenly, images of her and another man flashed through his mind; it made him sick to his stomach, it made him see red. Would he continue to be able to do that to her? “I fuckin’ get it. I wouldn’t want to see you—“ he stopped himself before he allowed his emotions to get the best of him.
All Negan could think about was having Lucille beneath him. He remembered the way that her face looked when he had done some just so right… And that is all the man wanted. Should he call of the harem? Or would that fuck up the order that he had going on.
Negan let out a low sigh, dragging his eyes back over to his wife. “I know, baby.” He said gruffly. Suddenly, images of her and another man flashed through his mind; it made him sick to his stomach, it made him see red. Would he continue to be able to do that to her? “I fuckin’ get it. I wouldn’t want to see you—“ he stopped himself before he allowed his emotions to get the best of him.
November 17th, 2016 at 11:17pm