Brutal | H.S

Chapter 11.

HARRYS POV.

I couldn't help the wild thoughts that ran through my head throughout the night. I accepted Tyler's invitation for a smoke to get her off my mind, not to get her buried deeper in. There was no doubt in my mind that she felt the same and beat her self up for it every moment of the day. I could see it. Every stolen glance and teasing movement was just to get an unspoken sense of relief.

She stood next to me as we waited at the bar, refusing to give me a single glance. I didn't know what was up with her, or if this was just her usual attitude, but she didn't talk to me the entire drive here. It's not like I did anything to her in the ten minute drive it was, and we were fine just before that.

I had almost forgotten I gave that fan my business number, knowing better than to give her my personal and risk it getting leaked. She was pretty, but I knew she had to be on the younger side and wouldn't be able to have real fun. Aphrodite had been the first and last girl I've ever gave my number to, and I wasn't planning on having another version of her going around. I just needed to find a girl to take my pent up frustration on who wouldn't try to fight for control.

Cherry's the only one who ever fights me on that. Most girls lay on their back before I could even muster up an action, and I never hated it before. I loved being in control. Doing what I wanted and the women getting to enjoy it more than I was.

Though with Cherry, it seemed like it pained her to even give in to the slightest bit of submission. She fought me on every thing I did. All it would take is one night, just the two of us, for her to give in to me. Despite me trying everything to get her to trust me her guard was still up ridiculously high. Even now she seemed like she wasn't fully enjoying her self while in the middle of a crowded bar.

I couldn't help but to move closer to her, seeing her eyes immediately meet mine once I stood in front of her. My hands meet her waist as I pull her into me, my body instantly shivering at the contact of her warm skin on mine.

She might as well be poison in human form. She knew what she did to me, yet found a new spur of entertainment in it everytime. I dip my head down towards her ear, brushing her hair from her face. "You know you drive me insane right?" I mumbled, not reaching her harsh gaze and instead resting my head on-top of her shoulder and squeezing her hips. I can feel her lips curl up into a smirk as she tangles her fingers into my hair. "You don't seem to hide it very well," she hummed.

Her nails scratch up my neck as I pepper kisses against her skin, trailing up her throat and holding her chin to allow me access to kiss up her jawline. Her breath is steady as I continue my actions, only faltering the slightest bit when I kiss below her ear. "You're quite see through Harry." She whispers, lowering her head allowing me to see her. Though I kissed her only yesterday, I was aching for her lips again. "I almost pity how easy it is to get you riled up."

I knew I was see through with my actions, and in our game I was very obviously losing. She hated me, I hated how much she played hard to get. I wouldn't mind if she was the type to take her anger out in hateful sex, but she found entertainment in torturing me. Whether it was sexually or threats, she didn't do anything unless she was directly getting something out of it.

"Oh baby, don't do me like that." I whispered pressing my forehead to her neck. She cranes her neck to see if her drink was ready, before pushing me off of her. "Don't be naïve." She simply replied pursing her lips and sipped on her drink. Just the way she acted radiated confidence. She knew she was the only girl in here that could get a reaction out of me.