Faceless [H.S]

Hungry. // PART ONE * 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"I wanted to fuck him," I repeated myself, trying to feign a confidence I knew all too well was false--but he saw right through it. Right through me. My voice cracked a bit and faltered and I know he noticed this, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

He studied me for a mere moment, eyes raking all over me. I was quiet, breathing shakily as I stared at him. I always forgot how beautiful he was to look at.

Evil, beautiful son of a bitch.

His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips.

"I saw you," Harry said, softly. His tone was intimidating, menacing. "I saw you dancing. Against him."

I backed up into the brick wall and he got closer to me. I should've made a run for it when I had the god damn chance. He slid his hands into his pockets, cooly. Even with his hands away from me, I was still scared. I knew how quick and strong he was, he could pull me right back if he wanted to with no effort.

"I was watching,.. you make quite the show, Valerie." He tilted his head. "You want to be fucked, hm? Do you think he could please you?"

I blinked hard, staring at him before me. "Wha--"

"You're so fucking desperate." Harry's face was cold.

I scoffed. "You're seriously going to just insult me after fucking humiliating me like that? You're such a fucking--"

"You're so desperate to be touched, you would've taken it from anyone.... you deserve more than that, my Vixen," He coaxed, ignoring my words. Suddenly, he reached toward me and his fingers touched my neck. I winced--his fingertips barely touched my skin and goosebumps jumped all over me, causing a lump in my throat to form. I could feel the crisp cold of his rings against my hot skin.

My nipples hardened, and I let out an eager pant. I thought he would choke me, so I closed my eyes in fear for a moment, preparing.

But, he didn't. I opened them up to see him glaring at me, his lips pursed into a line.

"Look at how you react to me. I know you didn't feel that with him." His fingers went more downward, stopping at the o ring in between my breasts. "Tell me." His voice was territorial.

My heart was accelerating now, and the air felt thick. I didn't even realize my lips were parted until I swallowed and I pursed them after--staring at him, hard. I didn't even know what to do. I'd be lying if I told you he was wrong. I felt a warmth in my stomach, burning. Turning. It tightened and I could feel my breath speeding up as well. I didn't feel that with the other man. He was right. But this was wrong. Why did I feel like this? Harry brought his other hand up to touch at my skin on my stomach, and I let out a slight sound.

Fuck.

He stopped touching me, obviously amused by the tiny moan and he raised his eyebrows. "Mm?"

"Don't touch me. Fuck you." I came back to my senses and moved from the wall to leave, full of embarrassment. What kind of fucked up toxic relationship was this?

"I think you want me to do both of those things," Harry said, firm.

He didn't grab me this time.

Did I want him to?

"Fuck you," I spat again, firmly.

"Yeah?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. He was such a sick fuck. I shook my head. I couldn't believe I let him touch me. I needed to get Olivia. As I was beginning to walk back to the club, Harry was following me. I could hear his steps. Fucks sake.