Break Me |✧Negan 🍯

I'm Gonna Make You Beg For It. (Heavy Smut Warning)

(This chapter is just pure smutty, well to me anyway, this might be very vanilla for you! Meh, just a warning!)

"You grotesque, dirty, misogynistic pig, Negan! What the actual ever loving fuck was that? You have five wives! FIVE? All because you want to screw a bunch of different women? I knew you were fucking unique Negan, but Jesus...I feel sick, you have them parading around in lingerie like a cheap brothel? What the hell, man?!"

You took a deep breath to fuel your tirade

"Did you seriously think I'd say yes?! After what YOU'VE DONE? You think I'm some little rabbit that needs taking care of and sheltering. Or a bitch on heat? You really fucking INSULT me! Six years I've spent surviving. SIX! You think after all that I'd revert to being a little toy? Walking around three-quarters naked and smelling of cocoa butter, gettin' weak and quilted! You're actually INSANE! Seriously tapped in that head of your's, I really hope you can find a psychiatrist".

"You fucking done, doll? As much as I love it when you talk filthy, you're really startin' to fuckin' piss me off" He flatlined, his eyes narrowing and you saw the muscle in his jaw flex and teeth clamp together.

"Yeah...I think I am. I'm done here. Look, I'm not judging them. We all do what we need to do if we want to survive, it must be awful to feel so weak you gotta sell yourself for protection".

You stood up and walked into the middle of the room, sighing deep and loaded and pinching the bridge of your nose. Negan followed you and you rested your backside on the tip of his desk, looking up at him, silently demanding a further explanation.

"Look, Honey. Every woman in there agreed to it, no one is in there that doesn't want to be, they can pack up and go work for points at any fuckin given time. I don't make them do jack shit, they know the fucking score, I keep them safe and padded and they keep me happy. It's no different than any other fucking relationship or marriage".

"Pfft, you must have had a shitty marriage if that's really what you think". You spurned, not meaning for it to sound so caustic.

Negan tensed and bit his bottom lip, his fist balled and his eyes darkened.

Touchy subject.

You rolled your eyes and rested a palm on the table behind you, the other letting down your hair and separating it.

You quietly introspected and couldn't help but feel this was some sort of test. Maybe he was playing a schoolboy prank, waiting for you to fall for the punch line before totally shattering your self-esteem and worth.

A metaphorical beat down to further bruise your spirit.

The thought of it made you turn sour and you remembered a cold-blooded prank a boy played on you in the first year of High School. He left a sticky note on your locker, asking to meet him under the big Yew tree outside the science classes. You had trotted over there expectantly, a bubble of excitement pinballing in your chest, but you were met by a dozen taunting faces laughing at your sincere belief that you were good enough to receive such affection.

You wasn't going to be so gullible ever again.

"Look Negan. I know you're cruel and sadistic, but it would be next level low to play such a mean trick on me. So don't try and fuck with my head, are you seriously asking me to be one of your wives?".

Negan looked slightly confused and he searched your eyes.

"Honey. I'm being as straight as a fucking arrow. I don't play fuckin practical jokes...You're drop dead gorgeous...And I gotta say you keep me on my toes, I find it as hot as fuck".