Gangster

Chapter 5

I stared at Harry without saying a word, biting the inside of my cheek. It was something I did whenever I got nervous. He smiled at me, then bent down and pressed a kiss to my hair before I could push him away. He looked around the room and I nervously plucked at my nails as his eyes eventually landed on Jenny, who was shamelessly checking him out.

Jenny looked up and as she caught his raised eyebrows, her face flushed.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I guess I should give you two some privacy. I'll leave."

"No, Jenny!" I cried out, grabbing her arm to prevent her from walking away. Who knew what Harry would do to me if no one else was present?

"Yes, you should," said Harry, gently pulling Jenny away from my grasp and walking her to the door. "Thank you." He shut the door after her and then locked it.

I gulped and wiped my sweaty hands on my uniform. There was no escape now.

Harry turned around and slowly walked towards me with a smirk on his beautiful face and I stepped back instantly. I didn't want to be in his vicinity.

But there was only so much space in a small room.

As my back hit one of the beds, his large hands grabbed my waist. I gasped when he lifted me up with ease onto the bed, his body resting in between my legs and he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

What was he going to do to me?

"You look very beautiful in this uniform, Alison," said Harry softly, his hands resting on my thighs, which were thankfully covered with stockings.

"What do you want from me, Harry?" I demanded, my voice slightly shaking. I probably should have been flattered that he thought I was beautiful but I was too afraid to feel any other sort of emotion towards him. Less than 12 hours back, he was threatening to hurt me and now he was acting like he was my lover. His hands on my skin sent tingles through them and I pretended not to have a heart attack every time he touched me.

"What do you mean, Angel?" he asked, feigning confusion.

"You said you'd leave me alone," I said, exasperated. "I didn't tell anyone about last night's events."

Instead of responding, he nuzzled his nose into my neck and began kissing the skin softly. My heart suddenly went into overdrive. My mind was screaming at me to shove him away and slap him but my eyes closed and my body leaned in to his touch. I'd never been one for intimacy, I'd never been touched like this before, but this was different.

It felt... good.

"Just because you didn't tell anyone about last night doesn't mean I'm going to let you go so easily, baby," whispered Harry on my shoulder, his grip tightening on my waist.

What?

I suddenly pulled back, completely alert.

"Wh-what is that supposed to mean?" I asked in terror, bringing my hands up to his chest and unsuccessfully trying to shove him away.

"Now, now, don't be like that," said Harry huskily, holding my hands in his firm grip as he left a single kiss on my jaw and continued his torturous way down my neck.

It suddenly felt too hot in the room. Small drops of sweat formed on the back of my neck and I squirmed desperately in his grasp. I could feel fear and adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream, making my pulse race and my breathing erratic.

"Alison," Harry warned, his voice dangerously low, his fingers digging into my waist. "Don't fight me."

"Wh-why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, my palms grabbing hold of the soft fabric of his shirt.