Harry Styles is the definition of the guy your mother warned you about. Too bad my mother didn't know about him to warn me. I knew who he was, what he did, what his habits were...but I still was drawn to him, even though we were complete opposites. It was curiosity that led me to him, to that hallway. Little did I k...
"We shouldn't have done that," I whispered shakily, under my breath. "Yes, I know," He growled deeply slamming his fist into the desk, "But you're daddy's now."
" I want you sore, baby," he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. " Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only mine. You are mine." - Fifty Shades of Grey...
She looked down at the contract in front of her, thinking of only one thing: She wanted to be with him, no matter what it took. "I'll sign it." *WARNING* - Contains many, many sex scenes, curse words, and BDSM relationship.
"Say my name," he whispered on the top of my lips while digging his fingers into my hips as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso. "Harry," I uttered. "You and I both know. That. Is. Not. My name," he said between the kisses that he placed down my neck. "Say my name." He grabbed my face and looked dee...
"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on...