Playing The Game Right

Playing The Game Right

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"You think you have all the ladies in your pocket. huh?" i whispered as he pressed his body closer to mines. " I know i do" harry whiapered against my neck. i could feel my heart pumping histarically and he started nibbling on my weak spot. i tried hard to hold in the moan that was about to come out. I need to let him know that he dosnt get to me. "thats were your wrong" i smirked to myself in approvement to how confident my voice came out. "mhm.. is that so?" it took me a minute to respond as he atarted trailing kisses down my jawline. " always" i finally muttered out. i can hear his slow breathing and feel his hot tickling breathe fan my face. " Do you honestly dont like me?" his voice low, almost comming out as a growl. i nodded in responce and before i can let out a single word he moved his face infront of me and crashed his lips against mines.
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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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