Last to Fall (Harry Styles)

Last to Fall (Harry Styles)

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His tall, powerful six foot two frame towered over my short, shaking five foot four frame. His eyes that were usually a beautiful minty green, were almost black with anger. His brown, curly locks were in a complete, maddened disarray. "If you ever say that again," he ground out between clenched teeth. "I will not hesitate to throw you back out onto the streets where you belong. And, I will gladly watch those men hurt you in every way they can; torturing you until you are on the brink of madness. Do you understand me?" Tears traveled down my face at an alarming rate as I imagined the scene he had just painted for me. How could someone think such cruel things? "Do you understand me!" He screamed. Instantly, I nodded my head. His eyes slowly started returning to their original color as he nodded once before stalking off, slamming the door shut behind him. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out shakily, I leaned back against the wall for support and slid down to the floor. The only thought going through my head being, so that's what happens when you piss off Harry Styles...
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“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

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