HARRY (The Truth Series Book 7)

by Elaine May

  The next morning, another without a word from him, I still can’t help but keep thinking of him, my skin remembers every touch he has ever given me, my eyes can remember every smile he has ever given me and I just want to pull out my hair. I want to pull out all the frustration I am feeling but it doesn’t help, it only makes the pain in my head worse, thrumming behind my eyes.

  I need a distraction. I need something to keep my mind off of him and I run. I run and I run, the sweat rolling down my skin, my heart pumping with something other than the effect he is having on me and it helps. A little. But I am still raging with something I can’t understand. I don’t know why he is affecting me the way he is when all I want to do is bring him down like I have done to all the others before him. I am the Ice Princess I’m not supposed to have feelings for my next victim. I’m not supposed to have feelings at all, that’s what my grandfather made me, but Harry is evoking all these things for me. Arghhh, I want to punch him, I want to punch him, anything to make me feel better. I need sex. I need mindless sex with someone else so I can try to forget what he is doing to me.

  Dancing. I am going to go dancing and go to bed with someone else.

  That is my plan and I am sure it will work.

  He’s only one man, there are millions of them around and I am sure I can find another plaything I can get revenge on.

  CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

  AYRIA

  I get dressed in the sluttiest dress I own, it’s a halter-neck tonight which graces my breasts in a diamond-shaped hole and is so short it should be illegal, but that’s the point for tonight. I really go for it with my makeup, smoky eyes, thick eyeliner, showcasing my high cheekbones and of course my signature red lips. I straighten my hair and have it half up, half down with big hoop earrings in my ears. I put black stilettos on my feet and tie the straps with diamonds around my ankles. I look hot even if I do say so myself. Clive takes me into the city and I can see the worry in his face but I know what I’m doing, I need to do it for my own sanity before Harry Bryant turns me into a blubbering idiot. Clive stops outside the club and I see his hand reach for the door handle but I just want to be normal tonight.

  “That’s ok, Clive, you stay there.” His eyes look up into the rear view mirror.

  “Are you sure Miss?”

  “I’m sure, and I’ll get a cab back so you just go home and relax.” I open the door and get out before he can say anything else, I just want a night of being like every other woman in this city. I need a mindless fuck to get out of my own head.There is a long line to get in but of course I get to walk straight in, the club is a-buzz with electricity and I start to feel better just feeling the vibrations shooting up my legs.

  Ahh this is what I need. I manage to get a few drinks paid for me by some guys who lick their lips and think their luck is in, but they’re not worth my bed tonight so I go on to the next one and then another until all negativity is out the bag. I feel lighter and I feel my body sway with the beat of the music and I just know it’s time to dance. I move onto the dance floor with all the confidence I have and let my body move with the music. My hands rise above my head, swaying like they have no connection to the rest of my body. Men come over, their bodies trying to press themselves too close to my own, their hands edging ever so close to my waist but I like it and then when I look up I see him.

  Really?He has to be here tonight?

  The Gods hate me.I catch his eye from across the dance floor and he’ssuddenly holding me prisoner, I can’t breathe.

  No one else around me matters, not even the people bumping into me, the men still trying to cop a feel.

  Not even the music that blasts in my ears, it’s just him and me as he starts to walk towards me and that fire he likes to attack me with lights and starts to take me hostage once again.

  I hate the effect he’s having on me, I just can’t seem to control myself when he’s so close.

  My body just seems to do its own thing.

  He’s getting closer

  One step.

  Two steps.

  Three steps, he’s getting closer and closer and all I can see is him in his designer clothes and gelled hair. He has dark jeans on with black pointed shoes and a white shirt that has the top three buttons undone, I can even see a little chest hair and I just want to play with it. He’s looking so fine tonight just like all the others. They’re all the same, they show off everything they think they have to offer, their money, and they prance around as the big ‘I ams’, not showing what they are really like.

  BastardsI try to fight it but I can’t, his control is too strong.He has a noose around my neck and he’s pulling me towards him.

  I want to be pulled towards him, I want my fun and I’ve been waiting too long as he’s screwed up. He’s not playing by my book.

  Bastard.They are all bastards in the end but that’s why I like to play with them and that’s why I want to play with this one, the need is too much. I can see the flicker of yearning in his eyes as he stops in front of me. He’s right where I want him and my heart’s beating with excitement just thinking of the possibilities this night could have, other possibilities as well. He’s standing right next to me, his smell of spice fills my nose and all my muscles start vibrating with sexual tension. It’s everywhere at once and I have no way out.

  In the noise around us.

  In his touch as he takes hold of my hips and pulls me in towards him. I swallow hard, tasting it on my tongue. It’s everywhere and I feel like I’m suffocating. He pulls me tighter and I can feel the trembling of his hands as one rests on my waist and the other on my hand.

  “Tell me you don’t feel this thing between us?” Oh God, and he looks so cocky, so positive that he knows my answer.

  “Tell me this time you won’t run.” Won’t run, and I feel guilty at the puppy-dog eyes he’s showing off. He rubs his nose against mine. Up down, up down, looking me in the eyes, the green and gold flecks dancing across them hypnotising me, making me powerless to stop the hold he tries to possess on me.

  “Tell me you don’t want me to ride you into a pleasure you’ve never felt before.” Oh God he’s using all those right words again. Why is he doing this to me and why do I like them so much?

  “You always think so highly of yourself, don’t you.” And I try to remain indifferent.I don’t want to give anything away.

  “You bet, baby. I will be the best you’ve ever had.” He takes a sudden gulp.

  “You just have to stay it out. Don’t run this time.” I can feel the scorching heat that erupts from him twisting around me, making my body feel faint and guilty at more of the same words. I could just drop dead right now, he has that much power over me. If I look in his eyes again I know what I will find and I daren’t even look in them I’ll just keep falling into his rabbit hole.

  I can’t do it, I would have no hope if I did, but before I can try and walk away he takes hold of my chin, forcing my eyes onto his.

  God I just want him, I didn’t want to play my games tonight, I just wanted to fuck but right now I need him between my legs.

  I need to get him anyway I can have him. I just want to succumb to my own body’s demands and it demands Harry fucking Bryant. What magic does he possess to have me trapped in his web like this? I could bottle it up and make extra millions to my fortune just selling it to the public. I can feel the clenching of my stomach as he bends forward, his hands now in my hair pulling me into a desperate kiss. It’s desperate and full of need and lust as he smothers my lips with his own. I open my eyes, never close them during a kiss is my motto, but I just want to go with the flow and it’s telling me to let go. Close my eyes and let go, take flight into his perfection.I try to fight for the need to befunctional but the lights of the club showcase his handsome face, reminding me how much I want him.The track around us changes and he starts swaying, forcing me to sway with him. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek as he moves us around the floor. I can feel
a chill attack my spine as he does and I just go with it even though it feels strange, it feels nice too and I don’t want it to go. I want to stay here in his arms, with this effect he is having on me.

  He’s dancing with me.

  Harry Bryant is dancing with me and it’s as if I’m in a dream, I don’t know if I’m drunk from the booze that’s in my system or just drunk on him. His arms slowly wrap themselves around my waist pulling me closer into his body. I can feel the beating of his heart and I place my hand over it as he looks down at me with so much hunger.

  I want him, I don’t just want to play anymore and from what I can tell from that look he wants exactly what I want too.

  “Let’s leave.” He whispers, rubbing his nose along the side of my face.

  “I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for too long now. Let me have you.” The silky tone of his voice is suddenly too hard to resist. My head starts to spin as he leaves gentle touches on my neck.He pulls away and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat and I lick it. I lick it like I’ve wanted to for so long. He’s sweet and musky and I do it again, taking a slow path along his skin.

  “Come to bed with me.” He looks so nervous all of a sudden and I can’t deny the effect it has on me, watching him beg, worrying that I may just let him down like I have before, but this time I have decided to put him out of his misery.

  Put us both out of our misery.

  “My house.” He looks confused.

  “What?”

  “I want you too.” I whisper in his ear.

  “In my bed.” He grabs my face and just smothers my lips with a fierce kiss that takes my breath away. As he pulls away from me he just smiles.

  “Oh baby you won’t regret it.”

  “You’d better not disappoint me then.” He smirks and then starts walking off the dance floor, taking me with him. People watch as we storm through the club, the fresh air attacking me from the moment we step foot out the front doors but it does nothing to diminish his effect on me and I watch as he flags down a cab and pushes me into it.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  AYRIA

  As the cab takes us back to my childhood home we’re a scrambled ball of limbs and lips as he devours me and I can feel his body heat rolling off him in waves.

  I’m going to finally have him.

  I’m finally going to give myself what I want. I slowly inhale between kisses and move my hand down south, my fingers dancing over his sculpted body that I’m sure must be made for just this type of sin.

  Sex.

  Amazing sex, because I’m sure that’s what I’m going to get. His kisses start to cover my mouth with his, blocking out any sounds I could ever try to make in protest but I just don’t want to. For the first time in my life I want to give up my control, give it up and just feel what he is doing to me and I know it could be amazing.

  I am here with him, it is where I want to be. I feel the cab come to a stop and the voice of an intercom and as I pull myself away just enough to see out the windowmy fears are confirmed. We are at my grandfather’s family estate, what a great way to rub more salt in the wounds that I put on my grandfather than to sleep in his house with a member of the family he hated so much.

  One to me and none to him.

  His house, it’s my house now and I can do whatever the hell I want.

  “We’re here.”I manage to say between more kisses as I see the lights of the mansion getting closer.

  “Oh God I want to be in you so much right now.”He says as he bites my ear.

  “Patience, baby.” I return and he kisses my nose before he starts to try and right himself but he still looks undone. I did that to him and a sense of accomplishment heats my cheeks.

  “All good things come to those who wait.” He growls under his breath and launches at me again, his fingers running through and pulling on my hair with so much force it’s like he’s trying to rip it clear of my scalp.

  “I need you.... Now.” I open the cab door and we stumble out of the limo and then I look up at my home, the monster of my childhood. Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry throw some cash at the driver and then he takes my hand, pulling me up the stairs to the doorway that swings open.

  “Miss Jonas, you’re back.” The butler says and I stand tall and try to sound calm.

  “Yes I am, and so is my guest.” I say as I tap him on his chest and then turn to Harry.

  “Come on, guest, let’s go to my room.” I pull Harry through, stumbling as I get through the front door, and then make my way to the staircase, climbing it as quickly as I can before I fall flat on my face with him behind me. I’ve never felt so excited in my life but right now I want nothing more than to just jump into bed with this man. I’ve never felt like it was the right thing to do before but it does now.

  It does tonight. I pull him into my room like the over-excited child that I feel like and kick the door closed before ripping his jacket from his shoulders with all the hunger that’s currently consuming me. I glide my fingers over the hard chest I just know he has before ripping his shirt off, the buttons flying from the material onto the floor, clacking away against the lamination in victory at their own demise.Harry spins me around and takes my mouth with his. My pulse races, the longing I’ve denied us both for too long climbing to the surface as he sticks his tongue inside my mouth. I can feel the tip of his tongue massage my own and I can’t help but do the same back to his. Tingles race up and down my body as he pulls me closer to him. His chest rubbing against my covered breasts. I can feel his hardness against me and I want him so much, I just want to feel him. I just want him and I want him now. No more pretending, no more games, I just want to know what he can do to me. His tongue pulls away to lick up my neck before his teeth nip at my lobe. Oh God, that feels so amazing.

  “I want you.” He says in my ear before licking along the edge.“And I want you now. Tell me you want me too.”

  “Yes.” I manage to say as he gives my lobe another bite. Arghhh, that feels so nice and I bite his bottom lip in response but he pulls away. Where’s he going? I want him.

  “Get undressed.” He says with authority, stepping further away from me and I just know he won’t come near me again until I’m naked and ready for him. I make a slow strip tease dance of removing my dress, it glides down my skin and lands in a pool around my feet. When I go for my underwear he just shakes his head and I step over my dress and stalk towards him.

  “I want you, Harry. Now.” I move my fingers so they start trailing a path above my breasts and then down my tummy to my panties. I hear Harry growl as my fingers hide within the material at my core and then he’s right in front of me, pulling my hands away from my wet core and then his hands move to my upper arms and he’s towering above me and invading my space.

  “Say it,Ayria. Say how much you want me.” He growls, pulling his face away so I can’t get to him but he keeps me imprisoned. I pout at his evilness.

  “I want you.”

  “Louder, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

  “Oh God, I want your cock. I want your big fat cock right now, Harry Bryant.” I make the effort to look down at his jeans and I can see how much he wants me too. The big bulge that’s just pulsating and begging for my heat.

  “Louder.” He demands. He demands of me and I want to do as he asks.

  “I want you.”

  “Again.”

  “ Fuck, Harry. I want you. I WANT YOU RIGHT NOW.” I demand just like he wants and his lips curl with satisfaction as he plays with the buckle of his belt and pulls down his pants, releasing the beautiful cock that’s just waiting for me.

  “You look mighty fine standing there like that.” He says as he kicks his pants and boxers off. He stands tall and he’s just perfect. The cock he’s so proud of stands tall and high, touching his belly button and I lick my lips. He moves towards me and takes my mouth again in a ruthless kiss, dominating my world in that moment as he forces his tongue inside my mouth again. My fing
ers grip hard into the flesh of his chest, just wanting more of him and he takes more, squeezing my bum as he does it.

  “Just take me Harry...Please.” I moan as I feel his cock against my thigh. It’s so close to where I want it and yet so far.

  “I just want to enjoy. Let me enjoy you.”

  “It’s not enough.” I pout.His fingers start to move up my body to mess with my hair as his other hand cups my breasts, playing with my nipple. I call out his name on a moan as I come in contact with his erection again, just wanting him to take me like I need him to but he doesn’t, he just pulls and he squeezes and it’s like I’m on fire but he’s not done with me yet, I can tell by the fierce look in his eyes. His fingers trail down both my hips and down my thighs until he latches on to them, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around them and around his hips. His cock pulsating just by my pussy before he thrusts inside me with one push, filling me completely. His head leans down into my shoulder as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside me, panting breathlessly as he builds up speed and I try to match him with every stroke of my inner muscles.

  “Oh God, this feels so good.”I say on a scream as my heart stutters in my chest.

  “Don’t you dare come yet.”

  “Oh baby, you have to work harder than that to get me to come.” I hear the smirk beneath my shoulder before he moves his face down my chest, laying butterfly kisses in his wake. He moves then turns and then I’m being pushed back against a cold wall. He doesn’t pull away from my lips at all, so confident in what he is doing. He latches on to a nipple as his fingers take my other hostage. Brutal lips and fingers play with each sensitive nub as he plays like no other as it goes right through to my core. He pulls us away from the wall only to slam me back against it, the pain rips through my back but it feels so nice with everything he’s raining down on my body.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re better than I could have thought.” I know he’s giving me a compliment in his own way but right now I can’t even care. I just want him to keep doing what he’s doing. Wow, what is he doing? My body is knotted with anticipation just waiting for a release. How can he be doing this to me? I’ve never wanted to come this quick before but I can feel the pressure building in my stomach, just waiting for the right movement. It’s as if he can read my mind because he shifts inside me and hits something new and it has me shattering all around him as he holds me tighter to his chest and the wall.