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Chapter Twenty Nine - Catherine's POV

PART TWO OF THE DOUBLE UPDATE. I TOLD YOU 48 HOURS BUT HERE I AM IN LESS THAN 24? Two updates in two days??? Maybe reward me with a star? ;)

TW: 5K WORDS OF FILTHY SMUT AHEAD.
This has nothing to do with the plot, so if smut makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this chapter. If you've been waiting for this....well, buckle up. It's about to get really dirty in here. Love you.

I take a deep breath, before slowly walking towards him and lean up to whisper in his ear, "Well...are you going to find out?"

My words are slow and seductive, like a lion about to pounce on their prey. But his sudden response to them makes me wonder who exactly the lion is.

Within mere secrets he's letting off a darkened groan and shoving me up against the wall roughly. My head is about to hit the tile, but he moves his faster, breaking my fall with his hand and placing it behind my skull. I look at him in appreciation and he looks right back, staring deeply into my eyes.

All my thoughts and stressors from earlier, between the run in with my father, the wrongful arrest with the police, the dreadful ride back to Dunnet with Arthur...they all float away as I'm completely vulnerable in his presence.

I want to use Harry to get out my anger. I need to.

I need to forget about this entire day, and to give myself some well-deserved relief.

"So, we're really doing this, huh? This is your last chance to pull away and go back to hating each other," He darkly chuckles, as he reaches down and grips the back of my thighs.

"Who says we still don't hate each other, frat boy? In my opinion, hate sex is so much more fun," I tease.

He grins, "Valid point, shower girl. But, I must ask, are you speaking from experience?"

I shrug my shoulders and don't give him an answer. He clearly doesn't like that, at all. Because as soon as I begin to look away, one of his ring filled hands is on my windpipe, giving it a light, but dominating squeeze, and the other has moved from the back of my head to my chin.

He's taunting me for control, and it's absolutely soaking me.

"I'm just waiting on you," I bite back and smirk at him.

That gives him the push he needs to slam his mouth to mine, and I immediately taste the faint taste of tequila and rich mint on his breath.

We kiss forcefully, and after a brief fight for dominance, I give in, and part my lips, opening my mouth to let his tongue enter mine. He quickly obliges and thrusts his tongue deep in my mouth, where it meets my own, and they dwindle together in a heated kiss.

The kiss is raw and full of passion—passion I haven't felt for a long time, if even ever.

He moves his hands up my body, to my left and then right breast, and focuses solely on my nipples which harden instantly under his greedy touch.

Harry fondles them lightly at first, before roughly pinching them and I let out an involuntary moan against his mouth.

"You like the pain a bit, don't you? Does it turn you on? Make you clench those golden thighs of yours?" He whispers against me, copying his action once more.

I grunt and take control now, flipping our bodies until he's the one against the tile.

I move my mouth to his ear, biting forcefully down on his lobe, and this time he is the one to let out a groan.