Chapter 8.

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Harley's P.O.V
As I cried, I couldn't help it when his arms wrapped around me. As he picked me up, I cried even harder. My face felt tender where he had hit me, and I knew from all my years in medical school that I would have a bruise there. "Harley I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He whispered into my ear, and I lifted my head to look him in his eyes.
"Okay." I whispered, nodding my head. He smiled. "That's my good girl. Now let's go get you cleaned up." He said deviously. As we entered the bathroom, my legs still clutched around his waist, I couldn't help but smile. He stepped into the tub, me still on him, and began to kiss me furiously. My head was spinning, and he slipped my underwear off as I unbuckled his pants. With my legs still around his waist, we began to go at it like rabbits, with my back against a wall, the shower nozzle in his hand.
"Harl. Harl!" He yelled out, and I kissed him as his body tightened from his orgasm. "I know you kissed Bruce Wayne doll.." I froze as he gripped my hair, snapping my neck backwards, causing me to whimper, and send shivers down my spine at the same time.
He rammed into me, causing waves of pleasure to run through my body. "Don't you Ever let me hear about something like that again." "Yes Mistah Jay." I managed to sigh as my orgasm came in beautiful waves. I was hearing colors and seeing sounds as he washed me up, and I almost forgot about the slap... Almost.

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