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

Chapter 23:

The car came to a stop and Harry looked at me, I continued to look out of the window not wanting to see his face.

"We're home" he said, tears formed in my eyes and I turned away from him. He opened the car door and stepped outside, slamming the door afterwards.

I held back a cry as he walked over to the passenger's side, "come on" he said once he had opened the door.

I stayed still and stared ahead of me, "Melanie" Harry said. Again, I ignored him. He deeply sighed and mumbled "fine then", before I could register what was happening, I was over Harry's shoulder.

"Harry!" I sceamed, I began to punch his back harshly but it didn't faze him. He walked to the cabin and quickly opened the door, I screamed again in desperation, not wanting to go back.

I immediately grabbed onto the door frame which caused Harry to stop, "let go" he said calmly. I held tighter and tried to pull myself out of his hold but he was too strong, he ripped me away from the door frame and kicked the door close.

"Let me go!" I screamed, thrashing about vigorously. He walked over to the sofa and threw me down onto it, "you bad girl" he muttered.

Tears began building up again when he crouched down in front of me, he grabbed my hands roughly and pulled me toward him.

"Do you not understand the pain you have caused?" He spat, my eyes flicked up to his and I let out a shaky breath.

"Harry, please don't hurt my family, they have done nothing wrong" I cried, he chuckled deeply and squeezed my hands harder making me wince in pain.

I tried to pull my hands from his but his grip tightened, "you disobeyed me Melanie, you fucking escaped!" He shouted loudly.

Before I could answer, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. I whimpered in pain and squeezed my eyes shut, more tears rolled down my face.

"I'm sorry" I cried, I looked up at him again and he shook his head. "Please, I'm so sorry" I added, trying to calm my cries.

His face hardened and he stood up straight, "you need to learn a lesson Melanie" he said, taking off his coat and throwing it to the floor.

I pushed myself further into the sofa and shook my head, "Harry, don't" I said in fear. He didn't answer me, instead he pulled his black shirt over his head, tossing that to the side too.

He licked the side of his lip and said "take your clothes off", I shook my head and quickly stood up. I tried to walk away from him but he grabbed my arm and pushed me back down onto the sofa forcefully.

He leant closer to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt, "Harry, get off me!" I screamed. I pushed at his chest but he wouldn't budge, before I could stop him, he torn my shirt in half, from the collar to the hem at the bottom.

I screamed and instantly covered myself up, "Harry, please don't do this" I begged as he pulled his jeans down, kicking them off.

He laughed and replied, "you need to learn Princess" he chirped. He laid me down on the sofa and quickly hovered above me, tears fell freely from my eyes and I cupped his face gently.

"Please don't, I'm so sorry for what I did" I cried, he nuzzled his face into my hand slightly and kissed my palm gently.

Hope sparked up inside of me when I felt his gentle touches, I stared at his face carefully and his eyes flicked to mine.

"You escaped" he laughed in disbelief, he was in deep thought. His face hardened again and he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the sofa above my head.

I started kicking my legs about, trying to hit him but he quickly laid in between my legs, making me whimper in discomfort.

"I'm back here with you, just stop this please" I exclaimed, he leant closer to me and kissed my lips softly. "I never thought a girl could hurt me" he whispered in my ear, gently kissing my neck afterwards.

"But you hurt me in the most painful way, by escaping" he added, barely above a whisper.

Tears streamed down my face and I let out a shaky breath, "please don't do this to me" I whispered between cries.

He removed his lips from my neck and looked at me, I stared back up at him and gave him a look of desperation.

His eyes were slightly glossy and he bit his bottom lip gently, "my heart was aching" he confessed.

He looked down at my body, I instantly tried to cover myself up but he held my wrists tighter.

"Harry, please get off me" I whispered, trying not to anger him even more. He looked back up at my face and pressed his body against mine even more, I closed my eyes in disgust.

He tilted his head to the side and slowly thrusted his hips forwards into mine, "I could take you here, right now" he said, repeating his action again.

"I could make you feel so good, make you scream my name so loud" he said, thrusting his hips for the third time.

I tried to wriggle my way out from underneath him but he held me in place tightly, "please don't" I said for the hundredth time.

His hands made their way down to my jeans, I instantly slapped his hands away but he returned to them again.

"Harry, stop" I exclaimed, "it doesn't have to be like this" I said, slapping his hands away again.

Within seconds, he pulled my jeans down to my ankles. "I know you want this" he whispered, kissing my neck again.

He began to harshly suck at my delicate skin underneath my ear, "Harry" I whimpered.

His left hand grabbed both of my wrists and he held them above my head, I screamed loudly as his finger brushed against my most private area.

I began to thrash about more than ever, "get off me" I screamed. His face became hard and his actions began rough, "stop it" he boomed.

Tears began to rapidly fall again, he buried his face into my neck and ran his hands down my body.

They soon found my underwear and within a second, they were down by my ankles with my jeans.

I cried into his chest and shook my head, "please" I cried weakly. I gasped when his slender finger slipped inside of me, he kissed my neck hungrily and whispered "it's okay".

I froze, I didn't know what to do. I have never let anyone do such things to me and I wouldn't plan to until I was married, but he has just sexually assaulted me.

His fingers began to quicken as did his kisses, I tried to push him away but my arms wouldn't move, they were limp.

I couldn't even speak, to tell him to stop. I felt no pleasure, in fact I felt nothing, my whole body was frozen in shock.

Minutes passed and he finally pulled his fingers away from me, I still couldn't speak. He looked at me but I just stared at the cream coloured wall.

He kissed my lips gently and said something that made me feel even more sick.

"I love you".