Hide from 'Falling' || H.S

Chapter 44 - Ashley | Exception

In the bathroom I then brushed my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror after I had peed. I was not ashamed that Harry had seen me pee last night because after all he had fucked me too. The fucking table is even broken from it....

The shirt I was wearing was long enough to reach over my ass and when I looked at myself from behind in the reflection, I saw Harry's fucking handprint on my ass. Wtf. The bastard had spanked me so hard that his hand had marked me.

I figured there would be a mark, but not that it would be so obvious and so red. And fuck, all the hickeys and bite marks on my neck and chest area were also fucking prominent. I need to wear a turtleneck or else everyone will see them.

I spit out my toothpaste, washed my face, and then yanked the bathroom door swinging open. Slowly but firmly I walked towards the bed where Harry was. However, he had probably woken up in the meantime when I was in the bathroom, because he sat upright and grinned at me already satisfied. He had his arms hooked above his head and was leaning on them.

Harry let his gaze glide over my body with satisfaction and only then did I notice again that I was only wearing a shirt and my underwear. However, it was already too late to cover up. "Good morning, little devil." he hummed, his morning voice deeper and raspier than usual and I ignored the feeling it triggered in me.

"Do you want to explain to me why I have your fucking handprint on my ass?" I spoke up with a frantic look. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for his explanation. "Hmm, what do you mean?" he asked innocently. "Let me see and maybe I can help." he muttered, the twitching of the corners of his mouth not escaping me of course.

"No way!" I growled, snorting. That asshole. How can anyone be so fucking hard to take? It's not even possible. "So?" Waiting impatiently, I tapped my foot on the floor. "Last night you didn't seem to mind at all that I spanked you." he then said simply, with a cocky grin on his lips. "Actually, you generally couldn't get enough of my hands." he added, his grin widening as he thought about it.

"Okay, stop!" I scoffed furiously and then slowly walked around the bed to plop down on my side. It was definitely too early for an argument with Harry and I would prefer to go back to sleep. Harry watched me and then when I touched the bed I winced slightly. I fervently hoped he didn't notice.

"Oh, are you that sore?" he then asked with an amused undertone. "No, I'm fine!" I replied sternly as I then lay back down completely to rest some more. I tried to block out the pain and not let it show. I felt Harry move next to me and when I carefully looked over at him, I saw that he had also lain down again.

"If it's really that bad, you can admit it," he said in a muffled voice. I can very well imagine that he would not find that bad, because then I would admit that he fucked me so hard that I am totally sore from it.

"Like I said, I'm fine!" I gritted out as I carefully rolled onto my back. I made the mistake again and peeked at him. This time he caught me staring at his free torso, since his blanket had slipped down a bit. "Certainly, darling. That's why you move so slowly and carefully." he snickered calmly. "Just admit that I fucked you too hard."

I will definitely never admit that. That I screamed his name was already too much.

"You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" I taunted instead, with a sarcastic smile. He pursed his lips, then shrugged, and I cursed myself for paying attention to the way his chest muscles flexed as he did so. He smirked contentedly to himself. Of course he did. Cocky bastard.

"So you think you could take me again?" he suddenly asked challengingly. "Or are you finally admitting you're sore?" His mischievous and smug voice made me spin around to face him. Fuck, I can't admit he's right and I'm fucking sore. His ego would boost otherwise.