Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

Threats And An Exploding Apple. Pt.1

You shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the side of his desk, crossing your legs as he pulled his shirt back on. You leaned back into the chair and forced yourself to relax, feeling very transparent under his gaze, and wondering what the fuck you just did.

I'm sorry guys, I couldn't resist the charms of a psychopathic murderer who just snubbed out the lives of our closest friends. What the fuck did you just do? Jeez Honey, I really hope there's a psychiatrist here, giving into the ole' Stockholm syndrome already?

You told yourself that sex didn't mean anything, and it really never had to you. It wasn't a declaration of love or loyalty, but you were quickly realizing it was something you could manipulate him with.

I wonder if Rick or Maggie would see it that way?

Your face must have betrayed your thoughts as he scoffed and blinked slowly.

"You fuckin' spotted this yet?" He gestured to a little side stand to his right.

Your eyes immediately pounced to the two food trays. Lumpy stew had never looked so good, the thick crusty bread roll was taunting you with its fresh-baked smell. Your stomach growled as you spotted the big red apple next to it. Looking like a huge ruby, sunlight caught in the water droplets that clung to it.

Your mouth watered in anticipation of your prohibition on food ending.

"So, are you?" Negan asked, drawing you from your reverie and stopping you from drooling like Pavlov's Dog.

"Am I fuckin' what?" You replied, tilting your head to the side and licking your lips, Negan's eyes following the action.

"Into that rough shit? Coz' from what I've seen from you so far, I'd say you were a dick breakingly wild screw." His smile widened and his gaze never left yours.

You didn't miss how his fingers traced small tight circles on the armrest and it sent a little shiver down your spine. You knew his game of course. The prolonged eye contact, the suggestively spread legs, the inflated chest and his relaxed posture was all a show of dominance.

The flirtatious comments and directness of his conversation was a way of teasing you, seeing how far he could push you and maybe just because of a morbid curiosity to see how long he could get away with poking the bear.

But it wasn't in your fiery and choleric temperament to sit here impassive and afraid of it.

"Baby...I wouldn't even think about going all the way with me. I'd break you in two. Lucille wouldn't have enough wood to splinter your knob back up". You quipped, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you tried your best to deadpan.

He laughed heartily, slapping the table with his hand and throwing a paper clip at you.

"I fucking knew it! I KNEW you were a nasty one. Me and you, sweetheart...I think we're gonna get on like a house on fire."

He earned a genuine smile as you chuffed gently under your breath, pleased with your own cocky display.

"So, you hungry doll?" Negan teased, patting his stomach.

"Ah...No, not really, I mean I've just had a week of the best dog food sandwiches I've ever tasted...So I can soldier on for a while" You sarcastically replied, crossing your arms over your chest and pursing your lips at him.

Negan smiled and shrugged his shoulders, the sound of his jacket zipper jingling under the force.

"I guess I'll just get this sent back down to be recycled then..."