. Tom leaves the room, leaving Harry and his words to send chills down by spine.
"Suits you better than i thought." he smirks, He slides his hand up my left thigh, bringing his lips an inch from mine. I closed my eyes almost all the way, looking down at his lips. Making him think i was going to kiss him. I knew how to tease a man, at least. Before he could kiss me i whispered to him:
"Is that . . . really . . . how you get . . . your women?" i ask slowly. He let out a minty breath. Then started to laugh with a breathy sound.
"You think your funny don't you?" he asked. Before i knew what was happening, he had slapped me and i was on my side, clutching my cheek. "Is that really how you want to play this game?" he asks.
"Bastard." i say. He jerks me up by my shoulders.
"You want to continue this?" he asks angrily. I didn''t want him to hurt me again, but i wasn't one to give up. I fought back when i didn't deserve what someone was doing to me.
"Fuck you." i whisper, smiling to myself. The next thing i know, his elbow back swings into my head, and everything goes black.
THAT PIC IS SORT OF HOW I IMAGINED THEM BEING. LIKE, THE POSITION, AND THEN SHE SAYS WHAT SHE SAYS. :)