"You need to get out." I get up & move as far away from Harry as I could.
Anger & frustration filled me, not towards Harry, rather towards myself. I was mad I had allowed what happened happen. I was mad at how weak I had became. I let in to my desires instead of sticking to my morals. I was stupid. And as he said before, it was a mistake.
"Aron, I can't help but sense you're fighting yourself." Harry grins deviously as he stands, taking a step towards me.
No. Not again.
"Harry." I walk over to the door grabbing the nob. "Get out."
Shrugging he walks towards the door, & I thought for once he might do as he's told. But I was sadly mistaken when he effortlessly pins me against his body & pushes the door shut again.
He didn't "slam" me against the wall, more like forcefully pushed me against it. He had me where he wanted me.
Where I couldn't get away.
I was stuck.
Already I could feel breathing get harder & harder. The full contact of our bodies making my mind wander involuntarily into dark places. The image of him gasping for air above me as he came popped into my head.
No, I need to stop that! I can't think of him like that. It's dangerous.
"Harry, we can't do this." I mumble as I looked up at him. His eyes held a unreadable intensity.
"Again you mean."
"It was a mistake." I counter.
"A mistake you didn't refuse. Admit it Aron, you want me as much as I want you."
My eyebrows pull together in a frown, followed by absolute astonishment as my eyes & mouth fell wide. "Does it not click in your head that we are about to be related? Our parents," I motion the best I could between us, the space was so minuscule moving was almost impossible. "Are in love. If they found out we'd both be dead."
"I find it kinky." He smirks. "Us." His deep voice almost whispered. He was so close to my face, his hot breath fanning over my me. Almost knocking my own breath out of me. "Sneaking around to have..." he began to lean in. I couldn't think of what to do. And I really couldn't move away. Instead my eyes just closed waiting. "Hot sex."
My eyes shot open as our lips met, & a irruption of butterflies attack my insides. I wanted him. So badly. To wrap my legs around him allow him inside me. I can only imagine what he's capable of. How he can make me feel. Feelings I've never experienced before. Something I may never be able to get enough of.
Him.
"Stop." The smack of our lips is herd as I pulled away, letting go of his shirt.
Harry's face held a arrogant grin as he wiped his lips, ridding my flavor. "You're stubborn."
"And you'r oblivious to reality." I fumed.
As long as I'm mad at him he won't be able to captivate me.
I was finally able to leave his hold & increase the distance between us. I stood as far away from him as I could, running my fingers through my hair trying to clear my mind & build up the strength not to allow him back in. He's good at what he does, I'll give him that. He knows how to talk to you. He knows how to touch you. He knows what to say & he does it all at the same time so there's no way he loses. He has you where he wants you before even you yourself realize it. Then once he gets you to that point, it's hard to break away. Because you don't want to. Whether or not you know what you're doing is bad.
