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Warning ⚠️ this book contains adult themes and violence. Read at your own risk.
~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
(Song- Someone To You by BANNERS) ———— Hardin's POV
Maybe it is the fact that she is showing me that she actually cares about me. Or maybe it is because everything she said about me is shockingly true. Whatever is is.. it touches my soul. It grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me to my very core and I just know that I have to kiss her.
Already she means more to me than most things in my life. I want to accept her help, I want to be better.. She sees the good in all of my bad and for that I am so grateful.
I allow my bloody fingers to tangle in her hair during our kiss, pulling her head back with the fragile strands as I suck and at her her neck. My arousal heightens with her small moans and satisfied hums.
I pull away from her pale delicate skin, smirking at the small red and purple marks that are beginning to appear. I push my lips hungrily back to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I let her know who is truly in charge here.
Sex is more than just getting off with Ivory. It is a love language, a way for me to show her that I care about her when I can't find the words. I've never been good with words..
My fingertips grab at her hips with a bruising grip as I push her to the nearest wall, snatching at her thighs as I lift her up from the ground.
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I let my eyes flutter open as I look down at this girl. My girl. My Dove. She looks so beautiful this way- peaceful. However I allow my mouth to open and ruin the moment,
"You aren't afraid of me, are you?" My stomach twists into a tight knot as I gaze down at her, waiting patiently for her reply which she quickly gives me.
"I'm not afraid of you, Hardin.." she pauses and I raise both of my eyebrows, urging her to continue, "I'm afraid of your anger." She finishes and I nod, understanding completely. Something about her distinguishing the difference between my anger and myself makes me smile. She really does see me differently.
My anger terrifies me a majority of the time.. but it's helped me for so long to keep those with bad intentions far from me however it has also drove those I care about away. I fear she may face the same fate if I don't at least try to.. to change.
I don't allow myself to think much longer, I want to be close to her- closer. In every way possible. And if that meant that we have to remove our clothes then so fucking be it.
"Can I?" I ask as I grip onto the thin knitted jumper that covers her arms and upper body. She nods, a small smile on her face as she watches me contently. I smile too.. because despite out differences and our conflicts we are exactly the same. She is more myself than I am.
I slowly lift the soft fabric up and over her head, I suck in a breath as I take a moment to truly admire all the beauty that she is. Her breasts are soft as they perkily sit in her bra and her skin is smooth. Some small freckles are spread across her body and at the base of her stomach and the curves of her hips are the light outlines of some faded tiger stripes. She is so extraordinary.. I've never met anyone as beautiful as she is.
