𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

78

DISOBEYING

TW: sexual content

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Two weeks after my birthday, after intense training with the team, I went straight to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

I didn't know if it was the fact that both Fred and I had been incredibly busy these last days or if it was that my period was meant to arrive this week to end November but I felt hornier than ever. I needed Fred's attention.

Waving at George and Verity - who had an immense smile on her face since she met the gorgeous Aileen at my last match -, I knocked in Fred's office and quickly entered inside. The ginger was fully concentrated in some papers in front of him, his eyebrows frowned and his jawline clenched.

I looked at him a bit puzzled, while sitting in front of his desk. "Morning, darling."

"Morning," Fred replied drily, without lifting his eyes from the papers and moving the pencil in his hand nervously.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes," he spat, obvious. "It's just that George always carries me with all the math work and I fucking hate it."

My eyes covered the way the veins in his arms popped off when he pulled his sleeves up and ran his hand over his hair. My blood felt boiling in my body and I couldn't help but rub my thighs together wanting some friction.

"I thought we could spend time together later if you want," I continued, controlling my soft tone to see if I could make him talk to me more gently. "Khaleelah made us train hard today and I would love to take a relaxing bath with you."

Fred didn't say a word, instead, he kept writing clicking his tongue. I scowled, trying to hide the rage that started to blossom under my skin. This little fucker....

"Devyan gave me a little back massage but I'm still aching a bit," I hissed, slowly with a bitchy smile on my face when the ginger glared at me the moment I mentioned Khan. "His hands felt amazing, though."

He leaned momentary back on his chair and raised his chin arrogantly.

"I'd love it if you don't mention his name in my presence, Lilith."

The devilish part of my mind made me chuckle, "Why not, Freddie? I thought we already had clarified the Devyan situation."

"I still don't like him," Fred quickly replied, going back to his papers.

"At least he doesn't behave like a wanker," I whispered thinking he didn't hear me, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

Maybe coming to see him wasn't that good idea after all. Fred's eyes burnt me in a way that froze me in my seat but I didn't change my deadpan expression.

"If your dear Devyan was that great and awesome you wouldn't be here telling me to bathe with you," he drawled, imitating my voice when he mentioned Khan. "Why don't you stay here nice and silent until I finish my work, angel? Don't make me madder than I already am."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." An arrogant smirk covered his face. "Be a good girl and obey me."

I stood up and caught his face in between my hand, digging my nails in his cheeks and getting in a war of looks in which his wild stare tried to soothe mine.

"If you want a fucking submissive who obeys every single thing you order them then go fuck one of the shy birds you used to shag in the past. I'm not your fucking whore."