Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I can't believe what I'm doing or why I'm doing it.
A few minutes ago, I was ignoring Harlow's idea, and now..
And now, the idea has become neutral and I've crazily agreed to it.
We didn't discuss it, but Harlow was waiting for me to accept and I could tell. I kept pushing the idea away, but then reminded myself of how good it would feel. And like Harlow mentioned, the thrill. Now I feel like I sound completely out of my head about this, but if I think about it, no one will know other than me and Harlow.
That also led me to agree, the secrecy behind it and the fact it's just between me and her.
But, fuck, I also feel like I've gotten myself into something way too dangerous.
Yet I can't stop thinking about the pleasure. I've been longing for more since the club.
"What are you thinking about?"
Her sudden voice and random question jolts me from my thoughts and I turn to look at Harlow, sitting still not far from me in the car.
Immediately, I utter my response. "Nothing." I answer with a small shrug. When she's silent after I answered her, I assumed she'd leave me alone, but as I'm turning back to look through the window, I feel her hand slide over the surface of my thigh. The touch turns me back around and I catch gaze with her green eyes, locking in the eye contact.
"Then you should be fine to stop squeezing your pretty thighs together, no?"
Saying that she knows and will find out everything is probably an understatement. It still leaves me astonished every time she reads me so well.
Instead of staying quite, like I usually would, I speak out rather differently.
"I think," I slowly place my hand over hers on my thigh, and keep it there lightly, with nerves exploding and cracking like thunder in my body, "I'll keep them this way."
Harlow tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows at me, in a challenging way that catches my tongue. Holy shit.
"If you prefer it, because it seems like you fucking do, I can try you right here, and make you loud enough so that the guards in the front hear everything I'm doing to you." Harlow tells me with a straight face, as she leans in closer to me and slides towards me on the backseat. I feel my breath hitch and I push myself away to prevent her getting so close.
But she doesn't stop leaning towards me, and by the time she's paused her movement, her hands seem to trap me onto the seat, landing on either side of me. I'm cowered down as she hovers above me only slightly, providing only a small space between our faces.
I'm stuck and stunned in my seat, that all I can do is keep maintaining her eye contact and not let a word slip out of my open mouth.
Once she notices my reaction, she grins. Somehow, she always manages to get me where she wants me.
