She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.

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35. It felt so wrong yet so right. [14 chapters left]

 

   His hand gently wrapped around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. His tongue traced my bottom lip as I parted mine, our tongues dancing together.

   My hands pressed against his arms, molding our bodies closer. He gently lay me down on the couch, his hands settling on the curve of my torso as his lips pressed to the corner of my lips. I smiled as he reciprocated my actions, his hands gently cupping my jaw. Everything he did was so gentle.

   His hands reached up beneath my shirt and even though I felt guilty, I continued.

   I deserved somebody who would love me, and never betray me. A guy who would do anything for me, and do anything to make me smile. Marcel just couldn't do that. Not anymore.

   All of our clothes were soon thrown into a pile on the ground. His hands gently paced up and down my torso, shivers coursing throughout my body. He got a condom from his pocket, as I perched my eyebrows, a silent laugh leaving my lips.

   "Come prepared?"

   "You can never be too safe!" He winked as I laughed, my hair fanning out around me.

   He tore the package open, letting it fall into his hands as he brought mine up, placing the condom in them. I took a deep breath, rolling it up his length before his lips met mine once more.

   "I've always loved you Ella. Always have but you chose Mar-,"

   "Sh...tonight is about you and I. Nobody else!" I spoke quietly as he nodded, his curls flopping in his face. He lined up to me, and I took one more breath. This was really it. I was letting another take me that wasn't Marcel. Yet I trusted Harry. I trusted him to protect me.

   He slowly pushed into me as I gasped, tears filling my eyes. I never get use to the feeling, it's always so foreign. As he filled me, he moved a strand of hair from my eyes.

   "You know I'd take the pain if I could baby." Harry whispered as I nodded, the cold tears trailing down my cheeks. He paused, letting me adjust before he slowly began thrusting in and out of me. The pain soon turned to pleasure, my nails raking down his bare, muscular back.

   I felt the raw skin beneath my touch, as his thrusts became faster. The sounds of our pants and moans filled the air and amazingly enough, I hadn't once thought of Marcel.

   Soon, I felt my climax building up in my spine as my nails dug further down.

   "I-I..." I began, unable to finish. He nodded, his lips quickly pressing against my forehead as he spoke, his accent more prominent, his voice more deep.

   "Let go baby." And I did. I let myself go, and I knew Harry had. I felt his liquid fill the condom, his thrusts becoming sloppy before they finally stopped. He laid so that his body lay on mine, although he put little to no weight on my fragile body. My cast made no difference, but now it felt heavier then ever.

   My eyes still fell shut, as my chest heaved up and down with my load of breathing.

   "I don't want you to think I took advantage of you..." harry mumbled as I opened my eyes, nodding. My hand cupped his cheek as we gazed into each others eyes.

   "I know you didn't. Here, let's get dressed. We can go somewhere!" I spoke quietly, smiling as he nodded, dimples forming under my hand as he smiled. He scrambled off of me, pulling his previous clothes on. I quickly pulled on my undergarments, but when it came to actual clothes, my cast became a unbearable obstacle.

   "Here, let me help." He smiled as I nodded, sitting back on the couch. He pulled my shirt over my head, careful of my nearly healed arm. As he was retrieving my pants, I heard an angered voice shout from the top of the stairs.

   "What the fuck?"

   "Marcel!" I gasped, standing as I turned around to look at him. His expression was a contortion of anger and sadness.

   "How could you?"

   "You're really lecturing me? YOU COULDN'T DEAL WITH MY OFFER AND BROUGHT HOME AS MANY GIRLS AS YOU COULD!" I shouted in anger, as Harry stood awkwardly behind me.

   "I can't believed you fucked him! And people wonder why I have fucking trust issues." he mumbled as I looked at him with wide eyes, scoffing in unbelief.

   "TRUST ISSUES? MARCEL LOOK AT ME! YOU SAID YOU WERE DESTROYING ME? YOU WERE RIGHT MARCEL! YOU DESTROYED ME! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!" I shouted as his face fell. A frown replaced his scowl, his forehead furrowing. His eyes glossed over, and he seemed shocked the words fell from my lips.

   "I-...I..." He stammered, scurrying back into our room, leaving his unfinished sentence dangling hopelessly in the thick atmosphere.

   "Are you okay?" Harry asked, bending down as he gently urged my feet into the legs of my jeans. I sniffled nodding. I cursed myself as the tears began to fall. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Although, some part of me knew the reason I was crying. Marcel never wanted to hurt me and once I've confirmed he did, that's all he needs to be pushed off the deep end. Once I spoke those pitiful words, he was gone forever. I wish I could take back the statement.

   My trust and my safety was the one thing he needed to stay sane. To keep in mind, somebody loved him.

   I wanted to feel angry at him. I wanted to hate him but at this moment, I hated myself more then I ever have for letting the words so carelessly slip from my lips.

   "H-Harry..." I paused, my voice weak, my throat scratchy.

   "Just go back to your hotel. I'll call you." I stated, my voice cracking mid sentence. I pressed my lips to his as he nodded, heading towards the door. His exit was silent and awkward and I watched his car drive away. I sighed, walking back upstairs. I passed our bedroom, only to see Harry and Kandy going at it. His lips were just above the hem of her underwear and I turned away, stalking over to another spare room, which had a connected balcony.

   I walked over to the balcony, opening the French doors as I cold air blew in.

   "This is all my fault." I whispered, the tears frozen against my cheeks.

   I sat down on the ground, looking up at the night sky which looked as if luminous stars had been sprinkled across it's expanse.

   "All my fault..."

 

 

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Hey guys :) Sorry for the short chapter :) Its also unedited but heres what Im planning. Im going to finish this book EXTREMELY soon and when I do this series is going on pause. Im going to VERY quickly proof read, and edit everything and then after a few days or so the trilogy will be up :) So yeah :) Also like I said, don't give up on Marcel just yet :) I know Ella deserves somebody like Harry but once the first chapter (Or maybe the next) chapter is posted, you'll want Marcella back. His POV is coming very soon so prepare for how HE feels :D Okay love ya :) x

~gabriella//

 

If you read this all comment #Marcella OR #Harella.

  

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