"Don't play games with a
girl who can play
better, bitch."
- Billie to Amber

"Oh, I'm sorry. They're not
sluts, just women with
friendly vaginas."
- Billie to Negan

Song: "Lurk" by The Neighbourhood

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    I gritted my teeth harshly, trying to drown out Amber's voice as she spoke of another sexual rendezvous with Negan. I'd been in need of alcohol, and after much hesitation had decided a drink was much more important than my own sanity, the bimbos he kept in his harem rather annoying. "I just hope Mark is doing okay," she mumbled sadly, and I rolled my eyes, quickly pouring a shot glass with whatever was closest to me. Mark.... the man she left heartbroken to fuck our leader. I knew about her secret affair, wondering off while Negan was away to have a little fun, something Amber knew was not allowed; we can't cheat, we can always leave if we don't want to be with him anymore, but we can't cheat. That's his number one rule with us. "Why? It's not like you really care about him. He's going to get the iron if you don't leave him alone." I spat bitterly, downing the drink before turning to look at her, her eyes narrowed and cold. "I think you should stay focused on sucking up to Negan, Billie. I didn't ask for your input."
I let out a short, amused laugh, tilting my head with a grin. "Don't talk about your personal shit around me then. And I don't need to suck up...he enjoys what I give." I stated matter-of-factly, though it was hard not to doubt myself once the words left my mouth. She smirked, the expression unattractive. "That's not what he told me last night." My jaw clenched, and I moved closer to where she stood, my voice a low hiss. "You're lying-- he wasn't with you, Amber, because he was too busy fucking my brains out." Her eyes widened at the fact she'd been caught in a lie, surrounded by the other wives, and with a small smile I continued. "Don't play games with a girl who can play better, bitch."
    About an hour had passed since mine and Amber's little dispute, and I knew Negan was furious when he barged into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. "Are you fucking insane? I just had to deal with Amber's bitching, and it's because of that mouth of yours," he barked loudly, and I sat up on the couch, placing my book on the coffee table before shrugging my shoulders. "I felt she needed to be put back in her place. I'm guessing she played he victim, told you I said horrible things?" I mimicked the sound of whining while I spoke, watching as he ran a hand through his slick black hair. "What am I gonna do with you?" he finally asked out loud, and I chewed at the inside of my cheek for a moment before replying. "Maybe if you stopped screwing your sluts and committed to me, then I'd be a little easier to work with."
He met my gaze, groaning out in frustration as he spoke. "God, you know I hate when you call them that." I did know that, and that was why I continued to use the derogative word, amongst other things. I snorted softly, and he furrowed his brow in confusion, coming to sit on the couch across from the one I had claimed. "Oh, I'm sorry. They're not sluts, just women with friendly vaginas." I retorted, "It's not like you want them anyways, so why can't you just--" Before I could finish my sentence, he had me pushed against the back of the couch, his hands at either side of my head as he glared down at me. "I don't want you getting in any more arguments with the others. Do you understand?" his voice was low, intimidating as I let a shaky breath escape my lips before nodding quickly. He smirked as his hands moved to find the waistband of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my legs. "Gentle?" I questioned him softly, reaching up to unzip his leather jacket, a moan escaping as he ran his tongue out over his lips. He quickly shook his head, and I couldn't help the frown that formed over my features as I tried to protest. I wasn't aware that he had already unzipped his jeans, letting out a surprised cry as he lifted my hips up to meet his thrust, filling me completely. He groaned, and I held onto the back of the couch for support as he began to rock his hips against mine.

"Gentle isn't gonna make you fucking scream."

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A/N let me know what you guys think! It may seem like a lot, but it really evens out in the next feed chapters. Will fix any mistakes. Leave feedback!:)