"It may be between your legs,
but it belongs to me.
Understand?"
- Negan to Billie

Song: "Trouble" by Halsey

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    Negan paced around the bedroom, looking for a clean shirt as I watched from my position at the end of the bed. I examined his bare chest; the tattoo, the chest hair that traveled down to the waistband of his jeans, biting my lip curiously as my eyes hovered over a dark bruise just above his hip. "What's that?" I asked, voice stern, and he gave me a confused look. "What the hell are you talking about?" I pointed to the mark, and when he glanced down he simply shrugged. "That's not my handy work, Negan, so tell me...who was it?" I demanded an answer, and he looked at me for a long moment before replying, pulling a shirt over his head. "Amber got a little too excited last night." He said it as though it weren't a big deal, but oh, it most certainly was to me. "We made a deal. Only I can leave marks, not your sluts." I stated bitterly, and he tilted his head down with a chuckle, only irritating me more. Fine. If he wanted to play this game, I could fight back. "Perhaps someone else will appreciate my skill-- Dwight maybe?" He stopped laughing, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was no longer in a joking mood, a smirk forming over my lips as he sauntered towards me.
"Try repeating that, Beauty." he threatened as he bent over a bit, using his nickname for me, and I quickly licked my lips. "Oh, you know, if you want to go breaking deals, then maybe I should spread my legs for every desperate man here. I'm sure they'd appreciate me a lot more than you, considering you've taken some of their wives." I knew he was getting riled up, which was exactly what I'd hoped would happen, and I couldn't help but moan when his hands ran up my thighs before spreading my legs apart. His hand dipped under my skirt, fingers brushing against my clothed entrance as he spoke. "It may be between your legs, but it belongs to me. Understand?" he almost growled out, and I simply quirked a brow, grinning as I leaned in. "Whatever makes you sleep at night." He smirked, closing the gap between us and capturing my lips with his, the action harsh and filled with lust.
    I smiled against his lips, jerking in pleasure as he pushed my underwear to the side, slipping both his middle and index fingers deep inside me. I moaned into his mouth, earning a breathy chuckle as Negan curled his fingers against my inner walls, and I found it hard to suppress the high pitched whine that erupted from my throat. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you Billie?" he whispered against my lips, and I purred softly in reply, my hands moving to unbuckle his belt only to be interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. Negan pulled away with a low growl, "What is it?" he practically snapped, and the voice from the hall stammered over their words. "I- I'm sorry, sir! Dwight just returned from Hilltop, thought you'd want to examine the goods." Fat Joey replied awkwardly, and I watched as Negan slid a hand into his jeans, fixing himself before giving me a look. "I don't want to see anymore foreign hickies...." I gave him a cold look as I spoke, and he simply nodded. "Get comfortable, princess. We'll continue when I get back." He left the room, and I let out a deep sigh looking down at my hands. I had to remember I put myself in this position, being the first wife he'd taken, being the first woman here to love him. I wouldn't give up, though, because I knew he was mine....all mine. And at the end of the day that's all that mattered, or at least, that's what I told myself.

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