His Maid(Working for Him/Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 8: From Dreams to Nightmares and Old Habits Return

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Warning this chapter contains foul language, sexual scenes, and self harm. If you don't like; don't read. You have been warned motherfuckers!

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Kat's P.O.V.

It felt like a dream. It was the best kiss I had ever had. It started off soft and gentle but it quickly turned in a matter of seconds. His large, strong hands were all over me. They slid under my shirt. As his kiss turned rougher he started pushing me back until my back hit my bed. Our lips disconnected leaving me with a lost feeling. He was on top of me in a matter of minutes slamming his lips down on mine, possessing my mouth. He bit at my bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth. I opened my mouth all the way and he shoved his tongue inside. His hands moved to my hips. They slipped back under my shirt and his long fingers tickled my sides. He pulled our lips apart again as he reached for the hem of my shirt. He gave me a questioning look. I quickly nodded. He yanked my shirt up over my head as I held my arms up. I looked down at the plain black bra I was wearing. If I would have known this would be happening I would have definitely chosen some other under garments. He fingers ghosted over my bra. I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth back down to mine. I leaned up and wrapped my legs around his waist. As he pushed me back I dropped my arms from his neck and reached for the first button on his shirt. It went agonizingly slow for the both of us, me undoing every last button until I finally pushed his shirt of his shoulders. I traced the contours of his chest with the tip of my pinky before touching and kissing his abs. I trace dover all four of his nipples and he chuckled. I took one into my mouth and sucked it between my teeth. He let out a groan when I did that.

"Oh so you like that?" I whispered flirty. I was surprised where was all this confidence coming from? He nodded quickly as he dipped his head down and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his rich curly hair, enjoying the feeling of it. His fingers dipped below the waist band of my sweatpants.

"Lift up, baby," he ordered. I lifted my hips us as he shimmed the pants down past my legs and chucked them onto the floor. Hearing him call me baby sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He traced the old faded scars from the cuts.

"Why did you do this to yourself?" he asked.

"I wasn't happy," I said softly.

"Are you happy now?" he asked.

"Yeah, but only because I'm with you." he grinned as he brushed our lips together. I reached out impatiently for his pants.

"Slow down baby," he chuckled catching my wrists as I continued to make grabbing motions. He was still on top of me and I could feel his erection pushing against my thigh. He pushed my hands back with one hand and held them above my head. With his other free hand he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down in one swift movement. I ached to touch him badly but he still held my hands in a firm grip above me. He used one hand to massage my breasts through my bra. I let out a very unladylike groan. He was driving me crazy. I wanted him. I had always wanted him. His hand went to my lower regions. He removed my underwear and let go of my hands as he spread my legs. I gasped as I felt his mouth on me. Oh god. I gripped the sheets on my bed tightly as I moaned.

"That's right, say my name," he said huskily. Even his voice was pushing me to my limit. I moaned his name. "Louder," he ordered.

"HARRY!" I screamed as the door flung open.