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*ALL CREDIT GOES TO HAN-RAWR* "Stop." I weakly pleaded. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. His plump lips came down to my ear once again. "I don't think so, Baby. We're gunna have some fun." I shivered at his words. Harry frightened me, but this time my fear caused me to lash out. He withdrew slightly before my hand made contact with his face. It was clearly unexpected from the expression of anger commandeering his tight features. His left cheek was branded with a pink tinge before aggressively gripping hold of my forearms. "I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." He smirked "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, accentuating the rugged contours of his face. He traced the outline of his upper lip with his tongue, a gesture that sent a thrill down my spine. "Feeling still vulnerable?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I barely managed to whisper, "No..." "Good... then am I allowed to do this?" His tone shifted, filled with a teasing intensity that made my breath hitch. With a fluid motion, he hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of the bed, effectively trapping me beneath him. The warmth radiating from his body enveloped me, and I could feel his breath-warm and tantalizing-grazing my neck. As he leaned closer, I could hardly contain the shudder that coursed through me. His lips brushed against my skin, a delicate caress that ignited a fire within. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling around us. When his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. Cover by @alfaesha

"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.

~The only person I could spend my time around was Malfoy, and that was growing harder each day. It was clear what his intentions were, or at least what he masked them to be, and I was frankly sick of it. His constant torment, the way he could slip under my skin with such ease, the way his eyes sparkled with ardor when he did~ Celest Reed has been locked in a rivalry with Draco Malfoy for years, but when she uncovers his darkest secret, her world unravels. Unbeknownst to her, a bloodline ties her fate to forces far darker than she could ever imagine. As the possibility of a future away from The Dark Lord dissipates, Celest is faced with a power that could change everything. This story is also posted on a03 under raebae1_1 !! I update much more often on that one, so if you want more, go there!

His attentive gaze lingered on my trembling presence for more than I would have thought possible. Our eyes were locked without a slight awareness of our surroundings. We were under each others spell, the tingling sensation followed by his body moving towards mine only enticed the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. His hand made contact with my cheek and all thoughts and self control was lost on my part. My body in his full and lustful possession. He was to do and care for me how which way he wanted. And I was too fall at his dismay If need be. I was his slave, the woman he'd call upon for his disheveled desire and I'd comply without as much as a breath of reply. Another surge of electricity elated my vulnerably limp body. If not for his grasp I'd have my knees buckle from beneath me. "You are mine." His commanding tone demanded with such stern possession. His grip tightening around my hips to lowering hands above my butt. Trembling breaths were exchanged, as well as eager touches. I found myself in complete euphoria in this mans arms. And I was too soon discover said man was of no angelic figure as I'd been deemed to convince myself. Carter was shy and undetermined to be noticed by the cliche popular girls and -the almost figured religious to girls- bad boys. She could never have imagined the thought of finding herself moving to a new university where these things are just what she finds impossible to avoid. But she's kept her own secrets hidden. A fatal past with locked up and secured emotional distress she's bottled up ever since she could remember. So if she meets someone who has darker secrets and a dangerous past, what will she do? Run and hide? Or stay and play? ||WARNING: SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR AGES BELOW 15 PLEASE||

"I hate you" "Fucking too bad I'm your mate" I glared at him sitting in this damn steel box, I don't wanna get stuck in this freaking elevator with him! "It's your fault why were here!" I sat on the corner taking off my high heels...I can feel his eyes on me once I took off and wiggle my toes to make me feel so comfortable. "It's getting hot in here" he mumble and stood up taking off his office suites damn the shitty abs I may or may not drool as of this moment until I notice his eyes on me,I blush when he saw me staring at him. "Like what you see?" I rolled my eyes on him. "No, I'm just wondering how many gay population licked that abs." He sighed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't know the whole story for what happened that day to judge me!" "Oh ofcourse I don't!!!! I don't need too anyway like some people say to see is to believe my dearest mate!" Three step and he was now infront of me boxing me with both of his arms. "I guess you want another kiss my love, do you miss the taste of my lips that day? Do you like to....kiss me now so I can prove to you that I'm not the person you think I'am? Or maybe you can test me on your bed tonight when we get out of here? So I can prove to you my sexuality...." his eyes is full of desperate desire licking his lips he move closer and closer until our lips are inches apart. Little did he know my blood preasure is boiling enough to think of anything to keep him away from me. "Do you hear me Debura?" I tighten my grip on my Lv bag before I stoke it in his head. His eyes got wider before he collapse infront of me. The elevator ding open as I stood and pick up my heels smiling brightly to the man I just manage to knock down. "Yes I can hear you Tastian!" Published @27May2017

{This story is copyright} "HARRY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The guy punched my in the jaw and my body hit the floor. My vision blurred and pain flared all through my body. I let out a loud scream when his foot made contact with my side. I her a loud grunt then a loud smack of skin on skin. I looked up slightly to see the guy being held up against the wall by Louis and Niall while Harry beat the life out of him. I let out a loud whimper as someone touches my side. "Come here babe, you'll be all right" Zayn cooed in my ear as he picked me up. I screamed again and almost passed out from the pain. "Harry she's gotta get to the hospital!" Zayn panicked while tears streamed down my face. "Fuck, Louis finish him off" The last thing I heard was a gun shot before everything went black. ------------------------------------- Harry and his boys run the city. One glance at him and you'd know to walk in the opposite direction. He has a dangerous aura that radiates from him. Luna wanted nothing to do with him and Harry wanted nothing to do with her. They are from two different worlds. Luna gets sucked into Harry's dangerous universe and struggles to escape. But she can't help but begin to fall. She can't help that he's... beautifully dangerous.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.