Harry Styles
Year 2023, Month October
Chicago, Illinois
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I paced the corridor of the mansion that I was soon going to leave, as every slave that I owned surrounded me. I barely had space to walk, and it was a rather large corridor. I wanted to pop one of them off with the pistol in my pants but I knew Parson was slipping her body into the wedding dress I had bought for her months earlier.

I promised her I wouldn't kill anyone unless it was necessary.

The lawyer I called in served me no purpose, but he wanted to make sure that I officially announced that the slaves that were in my house weren't licensed to me anymore.

“It's finished,” he said, as soon as I hesitantly signed the bottom half of the sheet on his briefcase.

“Okay,” I breathed out, and as much as it pained me to say, I said, “You are all now… free men and women… I honestly wish you all luck outside of my plantation. Because you're going to need it.”

After I had stopped speaking, all of the men and women that were covered in filth filed out of the mansion and took off running after they walked through the front double doors.

The lawyer behind me let out a sigh, and I glanced over my shoulder to see that he was stuffing one of my diamond door handles in his blazer pocket.

“Pathetic,” I mumbled, and without thinking, I pulled out my pistol and shot him in the head. “Ah, shit.”

I covered my eyes and ran my hand down my face, chuckling at my stupidity and grabbing the man's ankles. I drug him outside and added him to the pile of bodies I had in the backyard a couple hundred feet from the garden.

My body grew rigid when I noticed the pile was a lot smaller than it was yesterday, but then I remembered that I told Liam to get rid of a few bodies this morning.

When I walked back into the house, Liam had a black gown on and I laughed out loud at him. “Don't laugh. It's the official dress that I have to wear to wed you,” he said, scowling at me.

“Whatever,” I chuckled. “Is she-”

“Your bride is ready, if that's what you were fixing to ask,” Liam interrupted me and I felt myself becoming weak at the knees.

I honestly shouldn't be this nervous about getting married, because I've done it twice before… but since it's been so hard to actually receive Parson… I'm a nervous fucking wreck.

“We need to get to the garden, Styles!” Liam exclaimed and I jumped from my thoughts and immediately followed him to the back. “Are you nervous?” he asked me as soon as we made it to the flower decorated altar.

It wasn't my choice in decorations of course, but I had some women slaves decorate before they were released and they insisted it was what Parson would've wanted.

“Yes I'm fucking nervous,” I cracked a smile after saying. “I have never been this nervous…”

“Well… I think things will work out just fine,” he told me, smacking the hell out of my shoulder before pointing to the window by the back doors.

I saw Parson walking down with the woman that volunteered to help her put on her wedding dress.

Oh shit.

I began to bounce on my heels and chuckled at myself for being such a fool for her. She didn't even fucking love me as much as I wanted her to, and she was getting married to me. A killer. She was giving me a chance. The monster that kills needs a saving grace every once in a while…

My heart dropped to my feet when Parson walked through the open doors and I saw her in the wedding dress I stole for her. It highlighted her pale skin so beautifully, and instead of wanting to take her painfully and smoothly against the window she walked past… I wanted to… hug her and hold her in my arms.

Her long legs peeked through the cut out of the front of the dress and I licked my dry lips, my eyes tracing her lace clad arms and breasts. Her long, blonde hair cascaded over her left shoulder and red lipstick was the only makeup she had put on. She looked like a princess straight from a damned fairytale book. Parson was now… my princess… my fucking queen.

My breath was taken away as soon as her blue eyes bored right into mine, and she said, “Hi.”

I placed my hand on her forearm and leaned towards her, placing lips against her temple, “You're going to be my queen… Parson Upton…”

“As long as you complete my fucked up fairytale, I'm fine, Harry Styles,” she smirked and I felt myself tightening in my pants.

“Alright, let's get this started, yeah?” Liam snickered and I grabbed Parson's hands in my own, slowly licking my lips as she smirked at me again.

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Parson and I ran up to the bedroom I still counted as my own, and when she nearly tripped on the train of her dress, I picked her up in my arms and listened to her giggle as I ran into my bedroom.

I let her feet touch the ground as I snatched her lips with my own, separating her mouth with my tongue and claiming her as my own.

She ran her hands up my neck and to my cheeks, the cold metal of her wedding ring burning my left cheek, making me smile. She took my blazer off, and I could tell she was impatient for me from the dirty things I was telling her in my vows and as she was reciting her own. I fucking wanted her, and this time she wasn't fighting against me.

When her dress was pooled around her feet on the floor, I searched her naked body and let out a deep grunt, praising that this was going to be the body that would be lying next to me for the rest of my life.

She dropped my loose trousers and my wolfish grin waved at her as I swept her off of her feet, lowering her down onto the bed as carefully as I could.

I wanted to make love to her, and I wanted to show her how much I loved her. How much I really loved being next to her.

Parson bit her lip, both of our mouths stained red from the red lipstick that was fresh on her lips. She ran her hands through my hair as I kicked my knickers off, groaning at the smell of her. She smelled so delicious… and she was mine. All mine…

When I didn't bother to grab a condom, she bit her lip harder and closed her eyes when I nudged myself into her sweet spot. Fuck. The feel of her around me was so natural and I couldn't hold myself back from her anymore.

I thrusted into her and she covered her mouth, but I grabbed her hands and pressed them into mine, slamming her arms onto the bed right after I slammed into her again and again. By her reactions, I could tell she loved it, so every time she groaned, I moved the same way over and over.

Her eyes shot open when I hit a certain spot, and I lifted one of her legs up to wrap around my lower back, and moved into her again, making her gasp loudly.

I felt her legs shaking against me and I knew she was close to her climax, and I was just as close. Her actions below me were driving me insane, and the more I watched her, the more in awe I became and the harder I fucked her.

“Oh Harry,” she groaned my name and I squeezed the sheets in between my fingers by her head when I felt her release around me. But I didn't want to stop.

I grabbed her waist and rolled onto my back to make her sit on top of me. When she clutched onto my chest, her eyes immediately rolled back in her head from pleasure.

She moved on top of me, quickly and harshly until we both released again. Once she was finished, she pulled away from me and laid down beside me. I wrapped my arms around her, despite the sweat covering the both of us.

“I love you, wife,” I said, chuckling in her hair and making her look up at me.

She connected her lips to mine and placed her hand on my cheek, placing multiple kisses on my lips. “And I love you, my knight in golden armor.”

“So I did complete your fairytale?” I asked her and she smiled, making my heart swell in my chest and making her wrap her arms around my shoulders.

“You sure did, Harry… you sure did…” she whispered before planting another kiss on my mouth.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my bedroom door slammed open and I jolted up, waking Parson and making her sit up with me.

“Harry, there's something wrong,” Liam looked startled, completely shook, as he ran up to my bedroom.

“What's wrong?” Parson asked and I squinted my eyes, looking from her back to Liam.

“There's an intruder,” Liam breathed out and I became confused. Fuck. “And it's best if you both leave, or hell will be up here in a few minutes.”

Then he quickly backed out of the bedroom, making Parson and I look at each other before we jumped out of the bed and dressed. I grabbed Parson's hand in mine and slowly walked down the stairs that led to the front doors, my other hand gripping tightly onto a loaded pistol.

“I'm scared… there shouldn't be anyone else coming after us… should there?” Parson asked me and I shook my head.

“I'll protect you, baby,” I told her and she clutched tightly onto my arm.

As soon as we made it to the corridor, I was greeted by my worst fears and the gun in my hand dropped to the floor. Parson looked at me from the corner of her eye and her grip on my arm loosened…

Now I knew for sure that she regretted this wedding, and she was going to leave me. No, I've… I've fucking lost her…

Notes

The sex in this chapter was horrid and I was thinking about taking it out but idc and

Whatttt?? Haha.. to be continued... tomorrow... :p