20 Days *1 Day Left*

"You want me. Every inch of your body wants me," he hissed, "You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you". "You have twenty days left, Styles," I whispered looking at his delicious lips. "But you don't", he smirked and pushed me to his bed.


12. Day Nine: Hands Off

“So you’re back,” Harry whispered against my ear, his hot breath warming up ear, but that wasn’t the only body part he was warming up.

“Missed me?” I retorted with sweet-sarcasm.

“Oh yes,” he murmured, his body covering mine. There was no way I could go away from him. “I missed your moans and your wet-”

“Got it!” I cut in before he could continue. His voice, his accent, his smell, everything about him made me hot. Made me feel so weird. I shuddered before him.

“Cold, are you?” he smirked, enjoying my weakness. “Want me to wrap you up?”

“Not even for a million dollars!” I exclaimed. His smirk grew wider.

“You already let me touch you for even less,” he smirked. “Playing hard to get, Kepa?”

“It’s Keira, for Christ’s sake!”

He smirked and let go off me. “Don’t leave without telling me, Kepa. I don’t like when my slaves leave without informing me about their departure and especially, when they don’t mention where it is they’re going.”

“I’m not your slave, Styles,” I bit my teeth.

“But you will be,” he retorted quite smugly and in his over-confident manner.

“You haven’t won yet,” I remarked. “So let’s talk about it after I win.”

“What makes you so sure that you will win?” he asked. I gave one of my Harry smirks that I practiced in the mirror many times in the past 8 days. I was feeling confident for a change. Very confident. Ever since I realized that there’s actually someone in this world who cares about me, I felt stronger. Loved. Protected. I felt alive. Like there is someone for me. Someone who I could run back to.

“Because Harry,” I purred, this brave new power that came over me was amazing, “You can’t keep your hands off of me.” I Harry-smirked again.

He looked amused and stifled back his smirk. Point One- Keira. I made him stifled back his smirk. Finally. It was about time.

“You’re right, Keina,” he grated. “It’s hard to keep my hands off of you.”

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