Risque

“Kiss me,” He growled, fingers curling around my arms tighter, “Like you mean it.”
I shook my head and forced my eyes closed, feeling his gaze still fixated on my face. His hand ran up my arm, constricting around the upper half. His hold became even stronger than before and I felt claustrophobic, my breathing becoming erratic. I was unable to move at all and I had never loved the feeling.
He lips met mine once more and they moved roughly, forcefully. I refused to kiss him however. I instead stood still, refraining from reacting when his hand slid up to cup my breast. He slowly kneaded it with his palm, pulling back after minutes of this action being repeated.
He proudly wore a smug smirk as he took in my figure once more. I cowered under his stare, my eyes once again meeting with his.
“I’m Harry by the way.” He said as his drew his lip between his teeth, letting it go before pushing his bangs back from his face, “And I always get what I want.”

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1. chapter one

 

My fingers curled around the plastic cup I held, staring out over the city. Bass blasted through the apartment, each vibration pulsing through my body. Lights twinkled through the world before me; many being car headlights, others being illumination from buildings.  The countdown had only just finished and everyone had found someone to kiss, aside from me.

Fingers wrapped around my wrist and I was soon pulled into a crowd of people who all moved their bodies to the music. I caught glimpse of my best friend’s face, a smirk playing on her lips.

“I found someone I think you’ll like.”

I rolled my eyes at her comment as she led me through a mob of gyrating hips and wandering hands. Her speed faster than my legs could keep up with – especially with my towering stilettos I had decided on wearing – but I managed to keep my balance and dignity. I didn’t really feel like being known as the girl who fell over and flashed her knickers.

Music grew louder as we passed the sound system and I was brought to a halt in front of two taller men. They both dressed well, both being attractive too. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

“This is Nikita, the one I was telling you about.”

I watched as Effy stood beside the taller of the two and nudged him forwards towards me. I could tell he was nervous, his eyes glancing around and failing to meet mine. He introduced himself as Brad before Effy encouraged us to dance.

His hands rested on my waist as my hips moved, copying the actions of a girl to my right. I wasn’t quite used to even this closeness between myself and men but the alcohol coursing through my veins gave me a little edge that he seemed to enjoy.

-

The early hours of the morning began to roll around and Brad quickly excused himself to use the bathroom. I found myself once again left alone on the dance floor, sipping at my drink. Music continued to blast just as loud and no-one around me had even begun to tire out. A few people were sprawled across couches to which I assumed they had passed out from the amount of liquor they had consumed.

 I continued to look around the room when my eyes landed on a man who stood alone across from me. His hair was in loose curls, bangs swept across his forehead. He was tall, his torso seeming to travel down for miles before his legs continued to stretch on. He was undeniably gorgeous but his green eyes held some sort of danger that made my breath hitch in my throat.

A devilish smirk caught my attention as he sauntered over to me, both hands hidden in the pockets of his pants. I had to turn my head to look up once he reached me, taking in his features. For a moment I was lost in his eyes; everything else seeming to not matter. His lips moved slowly, pursing with certain sounds as they escaped from his mouth.

“Wow.”

I watched his eyes travel down my body as his lips sunk into his bottom lip, slowly grazing over the delicate pink skin. His hands soon rested on my waist, roughly pulling my hips to meet his. His forceful movements snapped me from me reverie and I quickly pushed him away.

“No.” I whispered harshly.

He chuckled and shook his head. I frowned, confused at his reaction before his grasp found my wrist and he pulled my body towards his once more. I cried out as his fingers tightened and caused pain to shoot up my arm. I whimpered as he let go and his face screwed up in disgust, his eyes darkening.

“Leave me alone.” I demanded.

He laughed at the weariness of my voice before I turned and walked away, spotting Effy’s blonde curls as she danced with Brad’s friend. I quickly grabbed her hand and turned her to face me. Her scowl turned to a look of concern as she saw my expression.

“Nikki what’s wrong?”

I looked over at the boy who had left my wrist aching and my heart thumping quickly in my chest. Her gaze followed mine and she shook her head, tutting quietly. I swallowed a lump in my throat as she led me through to the kitchen, handing me another drink.

“Ignore him. He’s just a perv.” She muttered, rolling her eyes.

I nodded my head and continued to sip at the drink. Eventually Effy decided I’d be okay alone and she made her exit, leaving with the boy she had previously been swaying her hips against. I stayed hidden in the kitchen, taking longer to finish my drink than necessary.

-

The kitchen door swung open and I averted my gaze to meet with the curly-haired boy’s. I felt the familiar lump in my throat return as he slowly decreased the distance between us. His arms rested either side of my body, both hands pressing against the kitchen counters; acting as a sort of barrier to prevent my escape.

His head lowered, his eyes meeting mine as his hot breath fanned over my face. The smell of alcohol was evident as his lips neared my very own, his cheeks red from the drinking he had clearly been doing all night. I slowly leant up to him as our lips met before reality sunk in and I once again found myself pushing his body from mine.

“Stop…” I begged as he took another step forwards, “Please.”

He ignored my pleas which didn’t really surprise me. His hands once again landed on my hips as he pulled them to meet his. As his crotch grinded against mine a low moan fell from his mouth. I pushed my hips back in an attempt to make at least some distance between us but his grip was stronger than I thought. I was glued to the spot as a boy I’d never met, nor caught his name, basically began to get himself off against me.

I finally pushed on his chest again and he stumbled back. I figured he was too absorbed into the pleasure he was receiving after pressing his parts against mine which worked well in my favour.

“Come on babe. One night together won’t hurt.”

His long fingers brushed my brown locks from my face, making me somehow feel even more exposed. His remaining hand found my thigh. He slowly drew his hand up the inside making my body shiver under his warm touch. I instantly slapped his hand away, pushing him back for what felt like the hundredth time before walking out of the kitchen.

-

I weaved through crowds of people, desperately searching for a familiar face who would offer me a ride home at the least. My eyes landed on a set of eyes I knew and my heart sunk. His curls were slightly messier and instead of wearing his smug smirk, his jaw was tensed and his lips pressed firmly together.

“Shit.” I muttered, quickening my pace as I made for the front door.

I reached out for the door handle but hands grabbed my arms, pinning me against the wall; the force knocking the air from my lungs. I was faced with deep emerald eyes that burned into mine as his heavy breath hit my skin. My mouth struggled to form sounds that could even be considered words as my whole body shook from fear.

“Kiss me,” He growled, fingers curling around my arms tighter, “Like you mean it.”

I shook my head and forced my eyes closed, feeling his gaze still fixated on my face. His hand ran up my arm, constricting around the upper half. His hold became even stronger than before and I felt claustrophobic, my breathing becoming erratic. I was unable to move at all and I had never loved the feeling.

He lips met mine once more and they moved roughly, forcefully. I refused to kiss him however. I instead stood still, refraining from reacting when his hand slid up to cup my breast. He slowly kneaded it with his palm, pulling back after minutes of this action being repeated.

He proudly wore a smug smirk as he took in my figure once more. I cowered under his stare, my eyes once again meeting with his.

“I’m Harry by the way.” He said as his drew his lip between his teeth, letting it go before pushing his bangs back from his face, “And I always get what I want.”

I watched his back as he walked back through the crowd of drunken people who continued to dance although the time had to be around 4 in the morning. My legs trembled beneath me as I finally walked from the front door and hailed a taxi back to my apartment, avoiding Effy’s questions and making no stops before I curled up in the security of my own bed.

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