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

Chapter 25

"Look, I don't want to try
Keep it cool like ice tea
So if I seem shy
It's 'cause you seem so shiesty

Sellin' what you buy, buy, buy
Just a product of the 90's
If you close your eyes
That's where you'll find me"
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Harry

The car ride was quieter than before as we rode back home. I almost flinched when Alex laid her head on my shoulder. A small part of me wanted her to stay like that until we got home but instead, I shoved her off. She noticed up my false discomfort and turned towards the window.

As much as she was drained with exhaustion, I couldn't ignore how beautiful she was. I could lick her for days and never get tired of the taste. She was so hot whenever she got mad. The number of times I got boners every time she insulted me was insane that I was starting to worry. The way her nose always flared when she was angry and how she'd clench her hands in these little fists did something to me.

However, tonight was a whole different story. For a fleeting moment, she craved for me almost as much as I sexually craved for her. Hearing her call out my name when she was touching herself triggered me. I don't think she understands how fucking gorgeous she truly is. The sight of her mouth forming a perfect "O" when I sucked on her clit was enough to make me cum in my boxers. If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have been so eager to leave and stayed in that bathroom for another three hours doing unspeakable things.

I wanted to be calm, dare I say gently with her tonight. Little did she know how much I was holding back. Gave me another five minutes and I would've flipped her from behind and ate her out until she collapsed but I thought it'd be too sudden at the moment.

The thing that's freaking me out is why do I care about how I handle her? She's not a constellation prize. If anything she's a fucking nuisance to be around but my body disagreed. Anytime she touched me, my heart would beat out of my fucking chest. I would catch myself trying to be decent towards her liking and it disgusted me. I need to distance myself from whatever trance she's pulling me in.

Dean's been blowing up my phone asking me a million questions about her but I've been ignoring him. He wasn't qualified for the job, so I took it.

I always knew from the moment my balls dropped that I was the fucking man in the family. Dean's always been so weak and fragile, continuously talking about his feelings and how I ruined his life. Oh, the irony in that...

It's a good thing I have a little spy back in Virginia who's making sure everything's in check or else all of this would be a waste. I damn near got caught that night in the club but I'm not a fucking snitch. They beat the shit out of me but I knew I'd have it worst if complied with those fuckers.

The only downside is Alex's brother Ethan got caught in the crossfire. I almost fucked up and said something that night when she was cleaning my wounds but all I did was apologize. I'm grateful she never brought that up or else I would've been fucked.

The performance my boys pulled that night was oscar worthy. Alex almost fucked everything up by calling an ambulance but they came just in time. It's insane how gullible she was but given the fact that she has no idea about what's going on, it's understandable.

The taxi stopped at the front of the building. "Hey, we're here," I whispered above her ear, Alex groaning at my words.

"C'mon, get up, Alex." I nudge her shoulder but again she groans, swatting my arm to leave her be. She never makes it easy, does she?

"Alright, upsy daisy." I scoop her body into my arms and help her out of the car. Alex loses her balance almost stumbling on the curb of the street but I caught her before she fell.

"I can't feel my legs," she mumbles.

I shake my head, trying to hold in my laughter. "Here, 'll help." I lift her from the ground and carry her bridal style and close the cab door with my leg.

I walk us into the main building and into the elevator. There was no fucking way I'd carry her all those flights of stairs. It wasn't that she was heavy I just really exhausted and I think one of my bandages ripped.

"Harry?" She whispers against my chest, eyes shut as the elevator doors closed.

"Will you ever let me go?" I could feel her lingering stare but I refrain from responding. I hated when she asked me these fucking questions. Have I not been clear about my intentions? Why was she so persistent to piss me off?

"I'm starting to think you have dementia because I'm pretty sure I've told you more than once that I'm not answering that question," I grunt. My remark seems to have silenced her as she didn't utter a single word when I carried her inside the penthouse.

After walking up the steps, I lay her on the bed and turn off the lights. As I turn around, I feel her hand grip my arm, pulling me down onto the mattress.

"Can you stay with me tonight?"

Sorry for the short chapter :( I promise the next one will be longer!!