Criminal // h.s

06

"Go take a shower and put some clothe on we're leaving." Harry ordered as he walked in the room and plopped himself on the bed making me irriatated since I just fixed it.

"Did your "friends" leave?" I ask putting air quotes around the word friends. He nods, "Where are we going?" I ask, "Somewhere." He says with no emotion shown in his face and I roll my eyes at him. "Don't fucking roll your fucking eyes at me if you don't want me to rip them out." He says then smiles. Ok then...

"I don't want to go anywhere with you."

"I don't care." I hold the urge not to roll my eyes at him and walk to the bathroom.

I strip my clothe off and set the water to warm. I get inside the bathtub and start pouring water over my skin.

I must've not heard the door open because when I feel strong arms wrap around my waist I let out a loud shriek. I almost had a heart attack.

I turned around to see Harry with his... Boxers, on? As soon as his eyes met mine I turned around no wanting to meet his gaze.

"I can't do nothing in peace now?" I ask irritated, "Nope." and I knew he was smirking by the tone in his voice. "Why do you have your boxers on?" I ask quietly holding my anger in, "Because I can."

"Can I ask you something else?" I ask, "You just did." I sigh. "I'm just messing you." I nod and proceed, "Why the fuck are you in here with me!" I almost yell. He took me by the shoulders and forcefully turned me around. "Don't fucking curse at me, you just broke a rule baby." He whispered against my neck. He looked at me in the eye and I saw lust, wait, lust?

Oh yeah I'm naked...

But I didn't even try to cover my self, he's a kidnapper/criminal. Someday he's going to force me to have sex with him. He kept eyeing me up and down making me feel uncomfortable and disgusting.

I moved the shower curtain and got out and Harry followed my actions.

I felt his gaze on me as I was wrapping the towel around my body.

When we were both done with drying our bodies and putting clothes on he sat on the edge of my bed and said, "Take your pants off."

I shook my head and his face went from straight to angry.

"You broke a rule sweetheart, every rule you break has a punishment included. Either you take it off or I do."

I took in a deep breathe as I started slowly taking off my pants.

When I was done he patted his lap telling me to sit there and I do.

"Mm, you look so pretty babe. With your red lace panties." He whispered making me shudder.

"Bend over my lap." So I did, "Every time I hit your bum I want you to apologize." I nod waiting for the impact.

On the first hit I almost cried because it hurt. A lot.

"Ahem." Oh right, "Sorry,"

By the time he was done I had tears in my eyes because I felt like he smacked my bum with the end of a wooden brush when it was just his hand. I stood up and quickly put my pants up feeling ashamed.

"Let's go." His deep voice says and we walk out of the room.

When we get in the car I try to turn the radio on but he stops me. "Don't."

"Why?"

"I don't want to listen to music,"

"But I want to..."

"Just drop it!" He says loud and I retrieve my hand from the radio and put them on my lap.

After 21 minutes of awkward silence we finally get there.

What I see what a ugly old warehouse bringing the smell of drugs and alcohol to my nose making me cringe.