She the Maid?

She the Maid?

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I bend bown while cleaning the coffee table. You can see down the top of my maid outfit. You can see the blue laced bra. I look at Harry and he is already looking at me. I finish with the coffee table and start to clean the book shelf, I start at the bottom then make my way up. I tip toe so I can reach the top. "I got it." Liam coughes. I smile and let him do it. "Nice matching underwear." Zayn mumbles under his breath. "Thanks." I smile. This is a story of so much shit. Read to figuer out what all this shit is about. Ups and downs. Sorry this is shit, but give my story a chance plz? *puppy dogg facccee*
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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 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 in 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 skin 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 me entirely. 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. THIS IS NOT MY WORK! ALL CREDIT GOES TO ORIGINAL WRITER: @H28

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