*This chapter contains sexual content*

“Don’t scream out,
Or I’ll dig in.
No need to pout,
Cause this isn’t pretend.
Lick your lips,
Like in your dreams.
Buck your hips…
And I’ll show you no mercy.”

March 12, 2012
Headmaster Styles’ Office

Should I even go? No. He’s just going to yell at me again. Right? But that’s what makes me crawl back to him, right? But she’s here. And I don’t want her to think anything is going on- Wait. Yes the hell I do.


I finished curling my hair and slipped on my red silk dress. Then I debated my decision for a few more minutes and looked at the clock. THAT SAID ‘11:23’! I was supposed to be down there at ten thirty!


I quickly ran out of my room, down the stairs and to the stairs for the left wing. I took a deep breath and ran up the stairs and to his office.


Then I took another deep breath before knocking on the door. When he didn’t answer, I knocked again, and I became even more nervous.


Then all of sudden, the door flew open, and Harry wasn’t wearing a shirt and only a pair of skinnies. I took my focus from his body to his face, and immediately took a step back. He looked crazed from head to toe. His eyebrows were drawn together and he had red rings around his eyes. He’s been drinking?


“Um…” I went to turn around but he hastily grabbed my arm and pulled me into the office.


“Get your ass in here. I told you to be here at ten thirty and you show up an hour late? I should have expected that.” He shook his head and threw me into the seat in front of his desk. “But no, I had a little hope that you would actually listen to me for the first time.”


I opened my mouth to argue but he snapped his head toward me and I sat up in the chair.


“You wear that to come see me?” He asked and I shyly nodded my head. He ran his hand through his hair and sucked in a breath, not able to help the smile that was ready to form on his lips. His beautiful… Pink lips… “You shouldn’t have worn that, no.” He shook his head and sat down on a chair, nearly missing it. He has been drinking.


“Well I just thought that-”


“Shh..” He closed his eyes tightly and swallowed. “I heard you and Penelope talking today. And I definitely didn’t like the way you were talking about yourself.”


“How did you know I was talking about me?” I stuttered and he opened his eyes.


“Do you honestly think I’m that stupid? You’re the only girl that I’ve shown affection to in the last six years. I don’t think you could have been talking about anyone else.” It turned quiet for a minute and he crinkled his nose. “You said she was better than you,” He shook his head. “Wrong.”


“Harry. She is better than me. She is more beautiful than me-”


“No.” He grew angry again and I swallowed hard, looking down. “No, you look at me.” He didn’t talk until I looked at him. “I don’t give a shit what anyone else says, she is not any more beautiful than a fucking pig. My attention is more drawn to you.” He then picked up a flask and brought it to his lips. “You also said that I was done with you. I’m not done with you Ana. Not yet.” He hastily shook his head and I sighed.


I crossed my legs and he watched me as I did, his eyes glowing with a lust that I couldn’t describe. “There’s a reason why I was trying to show you off, Miss Greene.”


“You couldn’t possibly want to show me off. I have nothing..” I looked down, afraid to see if he would look at me like he did moments ago.


“Come here,” He said and I looked up at him. He jerked his chin, gesturing for me to come sit.. On his lap? “I won’t bite.” He said before raring his teeth, winking at me.


I stood up and walked over to him, putting my legs in between his knees. He took another drink from his flask before patting his legs, inviting me to sit down.


This could not be more awkward. I put my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, sitting down on his legs.


I smiled and he put his cold hands on my bare thighs. “You have nothing?” He slurred, and I took a drink from his flask, making him grin. “I think you have more than her,” His hands went farther up my thighs, taking my dress with it. “But… I haven’t seen what you can do.” The lust in his eyes grew and I shuddered in a breath.


“Have you forgotten that I have no experience?” I muttered and he shook his head.


“No one said that they couldn’t teach you.” He smirked and I bit my lip, making his hand travel up to the back of my neck.


He licked his lips, making me lick mine, and I felt him harden underneath me. And it sent a chilling thrill through my body.


“Kiss me?” I spat out and he brought my face down to his.


“You have everything that she doesn’t, Anastasia Greene.” He muttered, searching my eyes before locking his lips with mine.


He set down his flask and ran both his hands up my back, tangling them through my hair. He pushed his tongue in my mouth and perfectly moved it with mine. He pushed my lips harder onto his and I slanted my mouth over his, kissing him as hard as I could.


“Ana.. Calm down.” He mumbled on my lips, his chest vibrating from his thick chuckle. “I’ll let you take control when I’m finished with you.”


I pulled my face from his and stood up. Then he stood up, grabbed my hand and we walked out of his office and to his bedroom.


As soon as we walked through that door, he slammed it and pushed me up against it. He let out a breath and began to kiss my neck, driving me insane.


So I kissed his collarbone, and he froze where he stood. I sent sloppy, wet kisses down his collarbone and up his neck. When I licked the skin just below his jaw, he sucked in a breath and grabbed my hips, pushing me back onto the door.


Then he began to kiss me again. His kisses were sloppy, and slow, and mesmerizing. I literally could not get enough of this man.


His hand slid up my waist, up my torso, over my shoulders. My dress was off.


“À moi, Anastasia.” French? He can speak French….. I licked my lips and he ran his fingers down my body, making chills bumps rise. “T’es pour moi, bébé.”


How can he have such an effect on me? And hearing him speak a different language drives me literally insane!

I let out a low groan when his hands landed on my breasts.


Here I am, pushed up against a door. Captivated by a gorgeous man. I have no control of my will, and his vitality may be stronger than mine… A gorgeous man…


“Come now, mon amour.” I bit my lip as he guided me towards the bed.


Why has he decided now to speak French to me? Why didn’t he speak to me like that in the first place when we met? Maybe it’s just a romantic thing…


My feet hit the edge of the bed and I tumbled backwards, bringing my knees up. He climbed over me and wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me to the top of the bed.


He groaned once he connected his hips with mine, kissing every inch of my body. His hands slid across my stomach, making me shudder.


I arched my back so our skin could touch and he unclipped my bra when I did, slipping it off my body.


“Merci.” He mumbled, kissing the tops of my breasts. I couldn’t help but squirm underneath him and he cupped his hands over my breasts. “So perfect…” He muttered before his eyes met mine.


“Please. Kiss me again.” I breathed and he let his hair fall over his eyes. “Please.”


“I like it when you beg for me. Ma belle fille.” He then connected his lips with mine. It was different. Long; heated. He would nip at my bottom lip, still managing to let his tongue explore my mouth like there wasn’t a limit.


He began rocking over me, his hips grinding against mine. I groaned in his mouth and he kissed me harder.


“God. You are so ready for this, bébé.” He whispered seductively and quickly slipped his pants off.


His body connected with mine again and he reached over for a condom. He slipped it on so quickly that I had no idea he did, and there he laid. He looked so… Beautiful. I ran my hand down his chest and he licked his lips, locking his finger to the side of my panties.


He pulled them down my legs, ever so slowly, and he sent kisses down my legs as he did. Warm, soft lips traveled up my leg so slowly that I was begging for him to kiss me again. But he stopped right below my hips.


“This will be a first, huh?” He chuckled a little and kissed my hip, his hand tracing down my thigh and to the center of my legs. He’s doing that?


He looked at me and I gasped when he slid his finger into me. I didn’t expect it; I didn’t expect it at all. I let out another gasp and he grabbed my hand.


“Shh. I’ll take care of you, Anastasia.” He began to move his finger in and out of me and I bit my tongue. I did everything to keep from moaning out, but it just wasn’t working. A moan rolled off of my tongue and he began to move his finger faster.


My hips moved upward and he pulled his hand from mine to hold my hips down to the bed. A masterful sensation went through me and I arched my back.


“Ah, you are so wet for me.” He grated and I moaned again.


But then he pulled his finger from me and I relaxed a little.


He kissed up my stomach and across my torso to meet with my lips again. He locked fingers with me and pushed my hands on either sides of my head.


“Harry…” I whimpered and he looked at me.


“I will take care of you. If it hurts, I’ll stop. I promise.” He grumbled and I brought my knees up, allowing him to spread them with his own. “But you’re going to have to trust me again.”


I nodded my head and he gave me a sharp grin, making me flutter my eyes closed. He pushed himself into me slowly, and I squeezed his hands.


“I’m going to show you a good time. I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing, Anastasia.” He whispered in my ear, and began to move inside of me.


Slow at first, but then he went out of control. He moved harder; wilder. I couldn’t help my screams and moans.


“Don’t you scream like that,” He grunted in my ear. “I’ll lose control.”


“I thought that’s what was happening.” I breathed out and he smiled at me.


“Not yet…” He whispered and I shuddered again.


When he picked up his speed, I let go of his hands and scratched at his back. He slowed down a bit, allowing both of us to breathe.


And I thought he was done.


But then he began pounding into me and we were both moving with each other; bouncing back onto the bed many times and our chests touching due to my arching back. He wrapped some of my hair around his hand and pulled at it, making me arch my back yet another time.


“Brûlant, bébé…! Fuck!” He boomed, his thrusts becoming sloppy and rough. I groaned so loudly in his ears that he covered my mouth with his hand and tried his best to keep moving.


“Ah…” I mumbled as my legs stiffened and we both released, Harry cursing as he did. I closed my eyes and he slowed down until he came to a complete stop.


He collapsed next to me, sprawling out and breathing hard. I turned to him and he ran the backs of his fingers across my cheek, but then he cupped it and I kissed the inside of his hand. He pulled me into him and kissed me slowly.


“Douce comme du miel.” He mumbled and smiled at me. He hesitated, but he said, “Je t’aime.” Then he placed a single kiss on my lips and I smiled.


“What does that even mean?” I asked and he frowned.


“I’m glad you don’t know what it means. But at the same time,” He sighed. “I kind of wish you did.” But then he shook his head and I jumped when there was a loud knock on the door.


“Is there ever going to be a time when we won’t get interrupted?” I laughed.


“Harry. It’s Penelope. Um.. Can we talk?” She was standing outside the fucking door?!


Anger boiled inside of me and I stood up, wrapping the sheet around my body.


“Ana, wait. Damn it.” Harry called for me but I shook my head, grabbed my clothes, and walked into his bathroom.


I am not putting up with this. I won’t be able to. I roughly put my clothes on and sat down on the toilet. The door was so thin that I could hear what they were saying, and trust me, that was an advantage.


“Hey. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” Penelope muttered and I rolled my eyes.


“You kind of did.” Harry said and I cocked an eyebrow.


“I’m sorry. I just, I just have some questions.” She said and I leaned against the door.


“Um. Okay. Just sit in that chair right there and I’ll answer.” Really? I had to fucking beg you to answer the questions I had because you wouldn’t talk about yourself, but you’re going to immediately answer hers?


“Who was the girl that you were with before you found out that we were getting married?” She asked and my heart dropped.


“She was a wonderful girl. She was beautiful, and she was everything I could ask for in a woman. I didn’t need anyone else, and quite frankly, I don’t need anyone else now.” Ouch, Penelope. I kind of feel sorry for you… Not.


“Oh. Well… I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow? So we could get to know each other…? You don’t have to, but it was just a suggestion.” She’s so thirsty!


“Um…” I felt like he was looking towards the bathroom and I shook my head, as if he could see me. “Okay. But I’m only going because you want to get to know me.”


“And you don’t want to get to know me?” I stifled in a laugh.


“You should leave. It’s late, and I’m tired.” He said, and I heard her scramble to her feet.


“Um, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night.” She was half-stomping to the door, and it was silent for a minute.


Silent for too long… I cracked open the door and my heart dropped to my stomach again. It maybe even stopped beating and fell from my body.


I couldn’t even breathe because the sight was too heartbreaking to see. My heart was literally breaking as I stood. I fell to my knees, but the sight didn’t change.


Penelope was standing there kissing Harry- and he was actually letting her.

Notes

Firstly, I want to apologize for that sexual content because it kind of... Sucked. I'm not used to writing stuff like that and that's the first I've written like that in about a month so... It kind of sucked.
Secondly, I would really like to know what you think of this chapter and the next :) xoxx

P.S. Harry will be speaking French often, so if you don't know what it means, you can look it up lol. You won't regret it :) x