These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 15

"Harry."

He grins at the sound of his name.

"What are you doing here?" I try to keep my cool as the ecstasy is still active through my body. Fuck, he looks good.

"I used to come here all the time. It's been a while so I wanted to see this place-"

"Do you know how much pain you've made Dean go through?" I blurt.

Harry's eyes widen at my random question. In all honesty, I was surprised at what I said as well, but I couldn't look at him and play nice knowing the things Dean told me this morning.

"What are you talking about?" he asks.

"Have you ever put him first in your life? Or even asked if he's doing okay? Because it seems to me you care so little for him and he deserves better than to be treated like trash."

"You better watch your fucking mouth before you say something you'll regret," Harry spits. He takes a step closer intimidating me.

I couldn't tell if it was the drugs or the alcohol or just me, but I took a step closer as well, leaving little space between our bodies.

Once again I feel Harry's body heat as if he's fuming sun rays. My body wants nothing more than to stay here like this, feeling his presence. It was a weird feeling yet somehow I was gravitating towards him by the second.

I look up and catch Harry licking his bottom lip, never breaking eye contact with me. A small whimper leaves my mouth that I didn't know I was holding. I couldn't help it. He looked so good standing there under the dim colored lights filling up the club.

"Do you want me, Alex?" Harry whispers in my ear. His breath alone made my knees weak.

"Do you want me to touch you, Alex?" I bite my lip as my eyes closed, imagining the damage his fingers would do to my body.

"Do you want me...to lick your wet pussy, Alex?" Suddenly, I start panting. Before I knew it I was nodding my head.

"Yes," I softly answered.

Harry places his hands on my shoulders and I swear I could've fainted right here on the dance floor. His fingers drop down to my clavicle and zig zags their way to my chest. Those same fingers circle the imprint of my nipples that were noticeably perking through my tight dress.

"Fuck," I murmur softly. I could feel myself getting wet at his slightest touch.

"That's the idea Alex, fuck," Harry whispers. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and yanks me off the dance floor.

"Where are we going?" I ask breathily. I needed to quickly regain consciousness as I couldn't properly see straight.

Harry drags me all the way out of the night club then down the hallway. He doesn't stop until we reach the end. I look up and see a huge neon sign that reads Bathroom.

He kicks open the door then yanks me by my wrists, causing both of us to entire the room at the same time. Harry locks the bathroom door behind him then picks me up by my waist and plops my behind on the sink. He was so rough with it, but I enjoyed every second.

With his hands, he grabs both of my wrists and throws them behind my head. He keeps it on the bathroom mirror, giving me no access to use them. As one of his hands is holding my arms, he uses the other to spreads my legs wide open. He stood in-between them, feeling the heat radiating from my private area.