Monster

Oh Bite Me "2x7"

I stayed quiet as he drove us through the woods and back to the house. Damn. I looked over at my phone. I looked at him. As soon as he looked away, I grabbed for it. Shit I forgot, its dead. I threw it to the floor as I sat back.

I heard him chuckle. Ok this guy was seriously getting on my nerves. I looked up, sunrise was no longer there. I've literally been in that fucking shack all day.

"I'm hungry" I said. I was trying to keep my stomach from making any dying whale sounds.

"Good. You can eat my dick" He growled.

OH HELL NO. THIS RATCHET BITCH HAS THE NERVES.

"Excuse you?!" I hissed, "No fucking hell. I'm not sucking you off. Why don't you get one of your whores to do that" I said.

He abruptly stopped the car, making my head hit the back of his headrest.

"Shit!" I belched.

"Inside. Now." He called out, looking back at me. I glared at him but I did what I was told.

His mansion was like 25 times bigger than size of my house. "damn this is like the White House." I said to myself. He looked over at me and rolled his eyes. Well excuse me cunt, for somewhat complementing your house. He went up the spiral staircase that was smack dab in the middle of his huge living room......

I was mesmerized by his house that I didn't know he was talking to me. Well, more like screaming. "I SAID GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!!!" I blew out air, and quickly climbed up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs met six different hallways . I followed Harry down one to the first room which I guess was his. To be perfectly honest. It was clean... I mean don't get me wrong, he might look like some drug addicted fuckbag, but damn his house was nice. I walked in, looking about. The walls were a dark grey, but they were wonderfully accompanied by créme coloured furniture. I heard the sound of creaking. Harry sat on the edge of his bed, watching me intently.

I sucked in air as his eyes fell to my lower regions. This guy was a creep.

"Eye's up here" I said, snapping for emphasizing purposes.

He looked up at me. His cold crystalline eyes bored into my features.

With a steady breath, and a low voice, he said "Pleasure me".

What?

"Pardon me?" I asked, even if I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Do I always have to repeat myself" he said through clenched teeth.

Damn such a short temper.

"Well if its for shit like that then yes.Theres no fucking way I'm going to 'pleasure' you. I don't even want to be in the same damn room as you!" He quickly got up and swiftly came over to me. Harry grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the bed. He roughly pushed me back on the bed. His arms held me down as he straddled me.

"Listen you little whore "he hissed into my ear,"you're going to let me have my way with you whether you like it or not. If you don't want to, just remember I can slit your throat down in the kitchen."

Those words frightened me, but I didn't say anything. Harry smirked down at me and got off of me. I sat up on the bed. I watched as Harry unbuckled his pants and they slid down his legs. I could see something poking out of his boxers. Ew. I didn't know what was more repulsive. The fact that he wanted the V , or that he was the one that I would be doing things to.

I expected him to take off his shirt but he didn't. Harry made his way towards me.Oh shit. There was NO FUCKING WAY that I was going to blow him.

NO. NO. NO. STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU HAVE FUCKING COODIES.

I backed away only to hit the headboard. I kept my glance on him as he climbed. He took hold of my arms but I refused. I kicked and screamed, making it difficult. "Harry STOP IT" I screeched. Then there it was, a quick movement and a menacing pain. I whimpered, a noise so inhumane. I held onto my stomach as I rolled to my side. I felt freash tears fall off the edges of my eyes.

He had hit me.

I heard the noises coming from my mouth. They were soft sobs. I felt the pain in my lower abdomen. This fucking idiot. My stomach throbbed. I even had the feeling of throwing up because it hurt so bad. His grip found me again, making me lay on my back. I sobbed harder. I felt his lips all over, my belly button, the array of tattoos that were inked along the side of my stomach. I looked down at him with bloodshot eyes.

He showed no mercy.

He continued lower, his fingers slipping through the lining of my sweats. Fine. This bitch can have what he wants. I shed my jumper off, looking at him with wanting eyes. I set the trap. Now he has to take the bate. He looked up at me with dilated pupils, quickly shoving my sweats to the floor. He rose up, his face inches from mine, but that wasn't his destination. He took hold of the headboard. My slender fingers lifted before me, touching his v line. I lifted my head up to lick along that line. I heard a small groan above me. I smirked. He took the bait.

I continued, painfully pulling his boxers down his long legs. He bucked his hips in my face. His knees were either side of my upper stomach. I layed back, staring at the wonder before me. My finger traced the shaft, a throaty groan was received. I poked at the part where the tip met his shaft. "Stop fucking teasing" he groaned.

Finally, if I kept going I'd puke.

I gripped his thighs, getting a complete moan from him. I lifted my head to him, sticking my tongue out, lapping up the precum that oozed. "Fuck" he muttered

Ha ha, not for long. I went for it, I took a bit in my mouth, biting down. Not hard though. Just enough to show him who he's messing with.

"SHIT" he screamed, grabbing onto his dick.

I took a crack at it, running off. Luckily he didn't lock the door. I ran, looking around for an exit. Shit. This place was too big, I keep ending up in a different room.

"PAIGE!!!!" he screamed. it sounded as if it hurt to scream. Damn.