Nellie gave him a look that was difficult to interpret. Eventually she asked, "What makes you sure I couldn't handle you?" She didn't know what she was asking for, from a man who couldn't remember what it was like to be innocent, to be good, to be loved. Tightly gripping her hair, Harry forced her face close to his. The black curls danced around his fingers and tickled the backs of his hands. "I'm a bastard in bed, Nellie," he said quietly yet harshly, making sure every word struck her to the core. "I'm selfish and mean as the devil. I have to have all the control. I'm...not nice, what makes you think you can handle me?” ©Kae_couture