Mine

Chapter 6 - Don't Let Your Guard Down

GABRIELLE POV:

A few hours later, Harry returned, coming into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him curiously as he paced the room. He was muttering obscenities to himself and banging his fist into any surface that he could find, and I tried not to flinch as a vase fell off the dresser and shattered on the ground.

"Ah fuck!" He roared, kicking the broken glass and watching it sail across the room.

"Harry!" I cried. "Calm down!"

Harry turned to face me, his lip curled in disgust. My skin turned to ice underneath his gaze and I jumped off the bed and away from him as he strode towards me. "Get over here." He hissed, lifting up his finger and motioning slowly for me to approach him.

"Yeah, fat chance." I spat, wringing together my shaking hands. I shuddered as Harry raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes flickering with cruelty. The bed was the only thing in between us and Harry climbed on it in an attempt to get closer to me. I jolted away from him quickly and he lunged after me. With one easily jump, he had tackled me to the ground where I wriggled and screamed underneath him. My shoulder seared with pain as I remembered that broken bits of glass were littering the floor.

Harry flipped my body so that I was facing him as he straddled me heavily. I continued writhing and squirming as hard as I possibly could, but we both knew that it was no use at all. "Stop MOVING." He seethed, clenching my wrists together and pinning them above my head.

He bent down close to my face and I bravely spit on him, realizing instantly how mad I had made him. It was only after I saw the complete and total anger flash across his face that I lay perfectly still underneath him. Harry wiped his face with his tight black t-shirt, and I pretended not to notice his chiseled abs.

"I'm sorry." I whispered breathlessly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." My voice sounded exactly as shaky and terrified as I felt.

He backhanded me hard across the face, and I let out a pained yelp as my head snapped to the side like a ragdoll. "You will be." He growled, releasing my hands. Too scared to move, I kept them exactly where he had been holding them above my head. "What do I have to do? Beat the obedience into you? Hmm? Is that it?"

"No." I squeaked. "I'm sorry."

Harry glared at me for a while longer before sighing loudly. "I've had a rough day, and the last thing I need to deal with is your attitude, Gabrielle. Do I make myself clear?"

Defeated, I looked up into his cold eyes. "Yes." I whispered, my face burning from where he had slapped it. Harry seemed to accept what I was saying, and he finally stood up, pulling me to my feet as well and pushing me on the bed. His expression was cold and empty as he stood over me threateningly, and my skin went numb as I realized just how dangerous he was.

His massive hands reached for the button of my jeans and he slowly unfastened them before slipping them off. Then he pulled his t-shirt over his head easily and I closed my eyes, not wanting to look into his dark ones for a moment longer.

"Please." I begged, my eyes still tightly shut. "Harry, please." I heard the sound of his pants hit the ground and felt strong rough hands hold my hips in place.

"Shut up, Gabrielle." He said bitingly, his nails digging into my sides. My eyes sprang open and my blood ran cold when I said just how cold and lifeless he looked. Gone were any possible traces of warmth. He looked like a ruthless killer who didn't care how dirty his hands got. "Put your hands above your head. Now."

Not wanting to disobey, I gingerly slipped my hands towards the headboard. In one expert movement, he had grabbed at my shirt and slipped it off before tossing it carelessly in the corner. He positioned his hand at the front of my neck, giving it a light squeeze before focusing his gaze intently on my shoulder. Curious, I glanced down and saw with horror that the skin was broken and smeared with blood from when Harry had pinned me on the glass.