Lustful Sinners - H.S

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Alexa, play off the table by Ariana Grande.

Chapter Forty Six
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Inhaling the last amount of breath I believed I had left, I slowly stepped forward until I stood in front of Pastor Styles' desk. My eyes glued themselves to the cross that sat just above his bookshelf on the wall before they dropped down to the Bible right beside his laptop.

Of course, fear was the only thing I could feel right now. All these nights during these strange weeks have been consisting of repenting prayers, begging for forgiveness from our Heavenly Father but here I was... going against everything I told him.

Did it make me regret doing certain things with Harry? No, but yes. Harry was my cure from the beginning. I always felt like I needed to have friends, go out, have a drink or two and dress differently to attract a guy or simply be accepted.

Obviously, I didn't have to do any of those things. Although our relationship is very confusing, I enjoy the best parts of it. I have fun with Harry; we laugh, we talk, we have fun— yeah, we argue but those days when we aren't arguing or ignoring each other are the best.

Never did I ever expect myself to get trapped in so quickly. I knew if any other guy would've bluntly told me the things Harry said at the beginning when I was completely naive and oblivious to everything in the world, I would've ran or reported it to my parents.

But he wasn't just any person to me. He has the looks, the confidence, the open minded mentality— he's basically someone I envy in a odd way. He lives his life in a way that not many people like my parents— or should I say parent— would understand.

He understood that life was too short to waste it on doing boring things, and he was totally right,  but I didn't want my parents to think of me as the rebellious child who went against their parents like Pastor Styles pictures him to be. I mean: my father had been on my side about the changes in my life but his mindset might switch when he returns from Germany.

Germany...

"Danielle? Have you forgotten?" Harry asked from behind with a unreadable tone, knocking me out of my thoughts.

I seriously need to stop doing that.

"I have not... sorry," I whispered, shaking my head. I cleared my throat before awkwardly bending over the gloss desk with my cheek resting upon the cold surface.

"Hands behind—"

"I know," I interrupted in a more harsher tone then intended.

"Attitude, Ms. Schneider?" Harry asked, sounding like my mother when she tested me.

"No," I whispered again, colliding my hands together behind my back, feeling uncomfortable but trying my best not to show it.

I heard Harry inhale a shaky breath from behind me before the sound of his leather boots hitting the floor after every stride caught my attention. My heart started to beat faster than ever and I couldn't tell if it was excitement or my nerves chewing up my insides.

Clearly by the wetness in my undergarments, this was a turn on for me just like the last time. Instead of crying after every lash, I moaned and ached my back in satisfaction. Perhaps, I'm more thrilled than anything else right about now.

I felt Harry's hips press against my behind, allowing me to feel his bulge through his black jeans. Then, chills started to form on my skin when his fingertips touched the back of my thigh before sliding his hand up my dress, simultaneously lifting it.