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

{Epilogue}

Harry walked away, slipping into the bathroom, leaving Katherine all alone bent over the chair, knowing he needed to take a moment to center himself before he completely gave in to his deviant behavior.

He gripped onto the vanity and blew out a breath. His insides were clenched with excitement, his nerves shot to shit.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her again, sexually or emotionally. He never meant to hurt her in the first place. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her again.

He took in another deep breath and let it out hard. He needed to focus because the more self-loathing he became, the more his cock seemed to soften.

He quickly kicked out of his black dress shoes and pulled off his socks. He watched himself in the mirror as he unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, revealing all his tattoos. He kept his slacks on, but palmed himself through them. The thought of Katherine waiting so patiently for him in her garter belt and heels was enough to get him hard as a rock again.

When he walked back out to the bedroom, he couldn't help but admire her for a moment. She stood so lovely right where he left her and it took all he had not to let out a groan. She was an enchantress, his queen.

"Your ass, Miss Mason – it's absolutely divine," Harry cooed lowly as he walked up to her, his hand slipping down her backside, toying with her. She did not make a sound, which pleased him. But he couldn't ignore the fact that he heard the smile she cracked from his words.

"Now, Miss Mason. I heard that," he scolded her as he gripped onto the strands of her long blonde hair, tugging her head toward him, leaning over her backside, his cock pressed against her ass.

"I heard the crack of your smile," he breathed dangerously in her ear as his free hand slipped across her chest, gripping her far breast between his fingers.

"Do I amuse you, Miss Mason?" Harry demanded through clenched teeth as he tugged at her nipple.

"Answer me," he snapped.

"You amuse me so much, Mr. Styles," she confessed, her words trembling as they came out.

"Are you mocking me, Miss Mason?" He breathed lowly in her ear.

"Never," she choked out.

"Never, what?" He snapped.

"Never, s-sir," she obeyed quickly, her voice shaking.

"Good girl," he cooed, loosening his grip on her hair before letting it go altogether.

"Like I said, Miss Mason, your ass looks absolutely divine. I wouldn't mind fucking you in it," he said, looking down at her bare bum, feeling so completely captivated by her naked body.

He heard her breathing hitch and he knew she wasn't prepared for something like that. She might have never even entertained the idea in her life. Though it was something he would completely love to have the honor of doing to her, with her.