Living In The Shadows

Chapter 4 "Stranger danger"

“I’m not letting you have your first orgasm with anyone other than me.”

For the first time in her life, Jasmine has heard such a manner of speaking. Harry did not heed for her opinion or if that made her push him away even more. A gulp in her throat was forming as the light of the dorm felt suddenly a lot dimmer than before.

As if it was her only chance to let out what she has been keeping inside throughout the whole summer, depression, to emptiness, to anger, her legs abruptly led her to the window seat. Feeling the electricity of her suppressed rage travel through her veins, her hand shot up to make contact across his left cheek.

Even if she meant it to be callous, and hurt him as much as she could, she couldn’t. Harry was stronger than her, it was silly to compare.

In one quick move of a professional, he got a grip on her palm before it could slightly touch his skin, and effortlessly glued her back to the wall. Her body grew weaker as it fought him back aimlessly.

Jasmine’s seizure was slowly sinking, leisurely becoming aware of the knife vigilantly pressed against the smooth skin of her throat. It didn’t matter to her what threats he was bringing along with each reunion they shared. All she wanted to know, was what he wanted, and why.

“That slap was a turn on.” The sparkle in his eye, the one that always rendered her to be incapable of resisting his presence, twinkled whilst his gaze traveled her trembling lips and skimmed down to her two first opened buttons of her dress slightly showing her breasts.

“What do you want from me?” The fingers pressed against Harry’s ruthless hands, afraid to let go and let the knife cut her throat in half.

For a moment, she thought he was lost somewhere else, as his eyes were stripping her from the bottom of her low heels, to the tips of her messed up dress. He didn’t answer at first. He simply dipped his head shoving hers a bit to the left. His hot breath prickled the skin on the free side of her throat as he breathed hard still pressing his body onto hers.

“I want you.” He whispered, his lips gently touching her earlobe.

“No…” Was all she could get out at the moment gasping. It was hard enough for her to defy him as the dick from collage, it felt even harder with him saying… murmuring things through her ear making her struggle to hold her shivers.

For a second she didn’t believe it happened, but Harry released her gently out of the blue.

“Well that was worth a shot.” He smirked stepping back. The fact that he was playfully spinning the knife between his fingers, scared her even more.

“LEAVE BEFORE I CALL THE FUCKING COPS.” She let out without meaning it to sound so horrified.

“No…” Harry’s chest was rising and falling fast. His face changed into these puppy eyes in an excellent imitation of her frightened state when he was holding her.

Jasmine hated the disarming person Harry can be. She hated that no matter what he did to her, it was some sort of a compel that she found it hard to look at him as the one she wants to run away from. Yet, she should. He’s dangerous. That’s all she ever knew about him.

“Watch me.”

Reaching for her cellphone, she couldn’t find it or feel it.

Stupid! She thought to herself. Her dress was pocket free, and the nearest thing she could reach for was her dorm phone. Somehow she knew he wouldn’t stop her and hurt her. However, by some means he would outsmart her and has already planned something out.

Picking up the phone, there was no line. At the silent chuckles behind, she flipped around and noted the phone wires hanging loose from Harry’s hands as he raised an eyebrow in triumph.

The only thing she could do now was running away. She had no choice but dig her road out of this mess she was stuck in.

When he wants something, he gets it.

Jasmine span half a circle and tripped stepping over her toes reaching the back door the one she made Liam leave through. And oh how she wished he was there to catch her and save her from this. Right this moment, another savior is all she needed. It was not possible for her to escape Harry that easily and she already knew it, and was more than certain of this fact when she touched the door and rotated the handle but it didn’t burst open like it should have.

She was trapped inside.

Harry serenely lied down on her bed lying on the sheets like nothing has happened and watched her panicking alone.

“I’m not asking any more questions. You’re a psychopath.” She stated glaring at him fumingly.

“Been called worse darling.” His fingers wriggled through his fine brown curls batting an eyelid at her.

“What’s the point of all of this?” She asked him exasperated leaning on the wall. The dresses, the make-up, the heels, the weeks of emotionally getting ready for this moment were gone to waste. And that was Harry’s fault… again.

“I want you, that's it.” He stated hoarsely relaxing back again.

“We both know you won’t do it.” This time she wasn’t going to be weak anymore. She had had it with him controlling her life and making her do whatever he wanted. It was irrational to come back after six months from lying to her and pretending to be that gentleman and expect of her to submit to his rules.

At a snail’s pace, Harry gradually stood back to his feet. Just as she expected he was making his way towards her again, and by no means were his hands knife free.

“Just so you know, if you want Liam to sleep with you, you should use your charm to turn him on.” He narrowed his lazy green spheres at her weak clueless figure.

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her eyebrows making a regretful backwards step.

Jasmine gasped as he sauntered around her. Her eyes unintentionally were drifting close, when all the sounds suddenly collapsed as his touch made contact with her waist. Tracing it upwards, Harry’s stomach gently brushed against her back, and then stopped firmly pressing against her.

He squeezed her hands wrapping her fragile body as though they were protective wings, before bringing them up to her tummy. Nudging her head to the side again, this time, she sensed his lips instead of the knife. He didn’t kiss her neck, he just breathed hard against it, sending loose shudders through her. His fingers playfully waggled down with mild moves, making their way to her V line as his other ones were sliding back to her right hip making small circles.

His large right palm then soared right back up to press right under her breast before he whispered again this time smirking, noticing her heartbeats racing faster than she had ever experienced. “These are your turn on spots; use your intelligence to know Liam's.”

Before she could take another heartbreaking mouthful of air, Harry didn’t give her the chance to reply. He simply strolled outside her bedroom without turning back, opened the front door, and receded through the dark roads outside, leaving only his fingerprints on her body as evidence.

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