Accalia Starling can't stop the emotions she experiences whenever the tall, green eyed Harlequin lays eyes on her. She knows deep down that there's something off about him, but unfortunately, he holds her heart in his tainted hands.
Started: October...
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"Do me a favour darling. In this situation only, call me Harry." Accalia smiles to herself, happy that she had managed to get him to say his name.
"Whatever you say, Harlequin," she says, chuckling when she feels Harry's hand on her breast tighten significantly. She lets out a soft moan as he angrily pulls her nipple, trying to get her to take back what she said.
"It's Harry," he growls. His lips skim her neck before biting down rather abruptly right where he can feel her pulse.
"All I hear is Harlequin," Accalia taunts, enjoying how rough he's suddenly become due to his frustrations of her not saying his name. "You're going to have earn me saying your name," she whispers, her back arching as Harry suddenly pushes her against the nearby tree.
"Say my name, Accalia," he commands, his words making her heart beat wildly. The ache between her legs begins to get worse, especially as Harry's hand rears back and slaps her ass.
"Oh!" she gasps, her mouth parting as she feels a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. She can feel a wetness between her legs. "Is that the best you can do, Harlequin?" she pants as he repeats his action.
"You're quite the vexing creature, Ms. Starling," Harry says as he moves his hands around her body, feeling every inch of her but the wetness between her legs.
"I am no creature, Harlequin," she groans, just wanting him to touch her. The pent up frustration is getting to be too much, and Harry allows her some relief as he pulls on her taut nipples. She feels his lips move against her skin, his tongue rolls against the mark he made with his teeth, soothing the slight sting it had made. "You can do better than that," she says, pulling on whatever hair she can. Her back is on the tree now, and Harry is slowly making his way down to her chest. He pulls away from her as she speaks and narrows his eyes at her.
"Do not test me, darling," he hisses as he stands all the way up in an effort to show some dominance. He's surprised when he sees defiance flashes through her eyes and he stiffens when she reaches down and grabs him.
"I think you'll be quick to know that you do not test me, Harlequin," she whispers, her lips barely brushing against Harry's. "You may be a man, but when you're with me, I'm the one that's in control."
"Oh gods," Harry groans as Accalia moves her hand down into his trousers. He's never met a woman as dominant as her—it's a weird feeling and he's unsure of what to do.
"Kiss me, Harlequin," Accalia commands, enjoying how lost Harry seems. "Then lay me down and fuck me," she continues, her voice dropping to a seductive tone. The way her brown eyes stare up at her, oozing dominance as well as innocence makes Harry groan loudly before grabbing the backs of Accalia's thick thighs and wrapping them around his waist. Her hands immediately link behind his neck and she raises her eyebrow at him.
