Harry's hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt her, but just to show her who is in charge. Pushing her against the wall, he holds her still, pressing his body against her naked one. His eyes are ablaze with pure rage as he stares at her. The thoughtof her sitting naked in her room, waiting for her customer to arrive, makes him want to kill. Her body is for him only. It's for him to see, to caress, to fuck. She is his angel after all. "If you want your punishment to be bearable, you will come with me without another protest, Angel." Harry tells her harshly and she shivers a little at tone of his voice. For a moment, she thinks of compiling with his request, aware that whatever he says, he does. But then like a truck, the memories hit hey back. Memories of how he ruined her and her dreams. "Let me the fuck go, Harry." She pants, her nails digging in his hand in an attempt to break free. Harry chuckles bitterly at her words, his face moving closer to hers, their lips touching even so slightly and she inhales sharply, feeling the familiar tingles all over the body. "I don't think you are in charge here, my angel."

The number one rule to business is ruthlessness, it's always worked for Harry anyway.

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©

A simple touch. A simple look, a glance, a smile, was all it took for his overwhelming infatuation to become a physcotic obsession. {Harry Styles FanFic }

"Aurais-tu oublié à qui tu appartiens, Claire ?" Je sentis ses lèvres caresser ma joue, et je mordis ma lèvre inférieure à sa question. "Ou ai-je besoin de te le rappeler ?" Je pouvais le sentir sourire quand ses doigts se rapprochèrent de mon intimité. Il ne me touchait pas vraiment, il effleurait à peine ma peau sensible. Je serrai les jambes quand je le sentis bouger sur le "Tu m'appartiens !" Suite de twisted ( http://w.tt/TsaQzQ )

« D'où est-ce qu'il vient déjà ? Demandais-je à Josh en lui tendant un biscuit. « De Londres. Non mais regarde le, il est arrivé ce matin et la moitié des filles sont prêtes à le demander en mariage ! » dit il en pointant du doigt le nouvel élève situé à l'autre bout du réfectoire. Je ria légèrement avant de me tourner vers le concerné. Celui-ci balaya ses cheveux du revers de la main avant de poser sur moi un regard perçant. Je ne me doutais pas une seule seconde du changement qui allait se produire dans ma vie à partir de ce moment là.

Traduction française officielle de Naked par jessieboo12. meilleur classement // #16 dans humour  — #59 dans fanfiction

Je n'ai jamais voulu ça. L'amour, la mort, la haine. Ça m'est tombé dessus comme ça. Comme lui. Mia Archer & Harry Styles