I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 15:

*Melanie's POV*

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"Stop!" Harry shouted, I ignored him and walked into the living room. His long fingers wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me back, causing me to crash into his chest. Before I could retaliate, he grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall.

His cool breath hit my face as he leant closer to me, "you really need to start listening to me and obeying me or things are going to get rough" he threatened. I was about to push his chest back but he quickly caught my hands and pressed them to the wall above my head, "Harry, let me go or I swear-", I began.

"You'll what?" he interrupted, a smirk forming on his face.

"I'll.." I thought, I bit my lip in frustration when I couldn't think of anything. I have nothing to threaten this man with, he's London's most wanted criminal, he can do whatever he wants.

He chuckled, making the tip of his nose brush against mine. "Exactly" he said smugly, my hand twitched to slap that look off his face.

I looked at the floor so our faces weren't so close anymore, "look up at me" he said calmly. I sighed and my eyes flicked up to him, "good girl" he chirped. I glared at him and tried to get out of his hold again, "I'm not a dog you stupid asshole!" I exclaimed.

He smirked and pulled me off the wall but soon after, he threw me to the floor, I groaned in pain when my head smashed against the laminate flooring.

"You will treat me with respect!" he roared, I cupped the back of my throbbing head hoping it would ease the pain, but it didn't. "Look at me when I talk to you!" he shouted, he quickly knelt down beside me and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

So he goes from smirking to now screaming in my face, in less than a minute, I think he's on his period. Bipolar bitch.

"I most definitely will not treat you with respect, you took me away from my family, you almost killed me, you forced me to have a bath with you, you hit me and scream at me. You're a complete psycho if you ever think I will treat you with respect!" I screamed.

He clenched his jaw shut and raised his hand, not even a second later, his hand came into contact with my cheek, hard.

I screamed in pain and pressed my hand to the burning area, he quickly pushed me down and straddled me. I kicked and thrashed about but it only caused him to get angrier, "Melanie, you're already in a shit load of trouble so if I were you, I'd stop" he said.

He knelt up straight and began fiddling with his belt, my eyes widened and tears began to form in my eyes. "No, Harry!" I exclaimed when he pulled the black leather through his jean loops, I grabbed his t-shirt and tried to pull myself up into a sitting position but he sat on my waist harder.

"You need to learn who's in charge here" he said, smacking the palm of his hand with his belt. He quickly spun me around so I was on my stomach, making me more vulnerable to him. Tears ran down my face, "Harry, please don't. I'm sorry" I cried.

He lifted the baggy shirt up so my back was exposed to him, "count" he said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as I was about to ask what he meant. The leather smashed against my back, I screamed loudly at the unbearable pain.

"Count!" he roared, I now know what he meant by that. A puddle of tears were on the floor just beneath me, "one" I croaked. I covered my mouth with my hands and cried harder, "Harry, I-".

"Shut up and count", he interrupted.

The belt hit me again, in the same spot. I screamed louder than before at the hit, it was like having fire pressed to your skin for over an hour. "Two" I whimpered, he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed the back of my neck.