Mr. Styles (H.S.) [COMPLETE]

Eighteen

Harry's hands came up, gripping onto Katherine's face as he kissed her hard. She quickly adapted, kissing him back as her hands fell to his hips, pulling him to her.

There was something dark and urgent between them as they kissed, and she needed it to be freed before she went mad.

"Come with me," he growled, gripping onto her hand as he pulled her out of his office and quickly led her down the hallway to his bedroom.

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as he pulled her inside and slammed the door behind them. His lips were back on her in an instant.

"Fuck, Katherine," he growled between their heated kisses. He seemed to be losing himself with her and she absolutely lived for it.

She wondered what changed. Why was he contradicting his previous statements about their situation? He should have never touched her? Then why was he touching her?

When Mr. Styles pulled back, both of their breathing was coming out in heavy puffs, and all the questions immediately evaporated on Katherine's tongue as she stared back into his alluring green eyes.

"There are other things we can do. Other ways to find a release," he told her and she found herself nodding immediately, even though the wording of his sentence left some lingering questions in her brain.

Other things? Other things besides physical punishment? Is that what he was getting at?

"You are maddening, Miss Mason," he hissed before letting out a heavy breath.

"I didn't do anything," she said timidly, wondering what he meant.

"You don't have to do anything. You just are," he told her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, knitting her eyebrows together in worry.

He stepped forward and gripped onto the tails of the button-down shirt she was wearing.

"Did I say it was a bad thing?" He asked, his voice low and provocative.

Her mouth fell agape as she looked back at him. If anyone was maddening, it was him. Everything he did was maddening. He made her head spin.

In one aggressive tug, Mr. Styles ripped open her blouse, from the bottom, all the way up, causing buttons to fly every which way.

"What the fuck?" She hissed, looking at him in disbelief.

Not only did he just ruin her shirt, but she was gonna be the one to have to clean up all the loose buttons.

Her thoughts dissipated the moment his lips were on hers again, kissing her hungrily as he pulled the ruined blouse off her shoulders, discarding it on the floor. And she knew he couldn't give two fucks about destroying her clothes. Maybe she should suggest spanking him for his recklessness.