Enticing Charm

"Olivia, stop bouncing and listen to me!" He snaps. I stop right away and put on my serious face, studying his flawless face intently, convincing him I am indeed listening. "Rule one."

"Rule one." I repeat, he scowls at me.

"You are to obey everything I say to you with out question!"

"With out question." I bob my head and listen intently.

"If you try anything, and I do mean anything. I will never let you out again." he says roughly.

"Never again." I chirp, I start bouncing again slightly.

"Third and final. Do not talk to anyone. There are very dangerous people in this house right now. The aren't like me. They don't give a fuck about anyone else. They would rape you right in the kitchen and leave you there and pretend they never saw you." He furrows his brows, talking slow.

The thought of someone taking my virginity in his kitchen clips my excitement. I frown.

"I'll stay close to you." I say softly. He nods and points to my dresser, signaling for me to get going. I turn from him, grab a pair of skinny jeans and a loose sweater top that fell off of my shoulder slightly. I change in the bathroom and come out to find Harry pacing nervously and wringing his hands.

As soon as he sees me he takes my wrist in his hands and opens the door before turning to me.

"Please. Don't make me regret this." He says harshly.

"I won't." Not yet...

He pulls me out of the room, closes the door and then pulls a pair of handcuffs off the hanger next to the door and then he comes at me.

"What are you doing?" I hiss, attempting to rip my hands away from the silver metal. He glares and his grip gets tighter.

"Not until I can trust you." he snaps. I huff and hold my hands up slightly. He clamps each cuff over my wrists in front of my body and slips the key deep in to his front pocket. Then with out question he takes a deep breath, grabs the chains of my cuffs and yanks me behind him. I let out a little yelp and he scowls at me.

"Be gentle." I say, rather annoyed with his mood swings.

"Sorry I love it rough, babe. Hell, these cuffs are really doing in for me" he smirks, turning around suddenly so I walk in to his chest. I drop my jaw at his words. No one has ever talked the way he does to me... talked dirty that is. I swat him with my cuffed hands and he rolls his eyes, turning around and grabbing the chain to pull me again. "Sorry but you started it with offering to suck my dick." He snickers.

"I am not sucking any part of you I was miss... talking.. mistaken?" I rambled on until his hand covers my mouth.

"I'm kidding." He smirks. I roll my eyes and slap his hand away. He chuckles before turning and continuing his way to the kitchen. I look around in awe at the malevolent house. There were ordinate and rustic paintings on every wall and I frequently tried to stop and study each one but stupid Harry dragged me along. The floors were all stone and beautiful, the walls all wonderfully plastered in intricate designed wallpapers and paint.

"This place is beautiful.." I mumble under my breath slightly, he snorts and drags me down some long halls, through a plush living room, through a huge winding stair case with black, ivory decorated, steel railings. Chandeliers littered the home as well as old fashioned furniture and amazing decorations and flower vases. And finally we arrive in to the kitchen. Which is just as huge. It has a massive chef fridge, two stoves, a huge wood table in the middle of the room and one big window to the right. I double door to the left. Harry catches me eyeing it and glares, taking my chains and hauling me to a chair which he instructs me to sit in.

I can't even describe the room as I began looking around closely. It looked like this house was decorated and made centuries ago, which it probably was, and was the most decorated place I have ever been. The huge window behind me went all the way to the ceiling and had huge red, velvet curtains drawn back my thin gold ribbons. The floor was a light washed brown wood and the walls were mauve. The ceiling was designed with carvings and swirls where it me the all on the sides. I snap out of my studying when Harry clears his throat. I spin around and he's standing right next to my chair, his face very close to mine.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks. I study his face. His pink lips are full and I notice now he has a very thin layer of acne on his forehead but it.. I don't know.. looked OK on him? I look down at his lip piercing as he draws it in between his teeth. My skin instantly feels flushed and hot.

"How beautiful this room is." I say lightly, taking in a deep breath I smell his heavenly mint and vanilla. He smirks and takes a step closer. Is he going to kiss me? Do I wan't him to? Should I let him? My breath hitches as his face grows closer, his eyes swimming in concentration like usual.

"What do you wan't to eat?" he then suddenly asks. I freeze. I. Am. So. Dumb. Heat quickly spreads through my cheeks and my jaw drops as I stammer on my words. His face is nearly emotionless but there is a hint of strain there...

"W-whatever you have." I mumble, shifting in the chair so he isn't in front of me. He nods and silently leaves my side ad starts clambering around.

That is until the kitchen door swings up..

"Oi, Styles, where the fuck have you been?" A blonde boy yells as he barges in, followed by Louis and two other boys. All of their faces give me chills. Those were the ones that chased me down... His friends. The blonde freezes when he sees me, a huge smile erupting on his face.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Harry hisses instinctively stepping in front of his view of me.

"Now don't be rude, Harold. I was just about to raid your fridge." he gins wildly and walks around Harry and goes straight to me. Louis smiles and goes to my side too.

"Hey Olivia." The other brunette and black haired boy smile wickedly and sit across from me. Harry's friends ignoring his cusses and demands for them to get out. The blonde pulls the stool out next to me and smiles a seductive smirk and leans forward to me.

"Names John. You must be Olivia?" He smiles. His eyes are blue orbs and his pale and tattooed skin is perfectly perfect in every way.

"Yeah." I say shyly.

"Come on Olivia. Time to go!" Harry snaps, pulling my chair out.

"I'm hungry!" I whine, pleading him with my eyes. And that was the truth but I missed interacting with people who were not Mr. Styles...

"Yeah, she's hungry!" Louis laughs and flashes me a cute smile.

"Me too! Get to it, Harry!" John laughs an insanely perfect laugh, throwing his head back. Harry pushes my chair in slowly and grumbles before turning away and going back to the stove.

"I'm Liam by the way." The other brunette in front of me with kind eyes smiles, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles making me blush insanely. I was not used to this male attention. let me tell you...

"Zayn." The dark hair one with dark eyes smiles a bashful smile says, waving a little wave. I offer one back and he chuckles. The were all tatted and pierced, but it fit all of them. Not as well as it fit Harry but they came close.

The boys all shamelessly flirted with me, no that was mostly John, the entire time. I snuck a few glances at Harry. His lips drew in to a hard line and his shoulders and body seemed tense under his shirt. I caught him sneeking a peak at me and I gave him a light smile. He was about to return it until the kitchen door swung open and another body entered the room....

Notes

WHO?!?!!?