Madness (Madness #1)

Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Never fir you,” Harry says, placing Doris back in her cage, who gives a small squeak of indignation.

“Are you sure? I can always come back,” I reply, already stepping back to leave.

“Come here, Red.” He demands, and my body betrays me, moving before I even register what I’m doing.

Harry’s eyes darken from my actions, turning predatory as he tracks my movements.

“I thought we should have that talk now,” I say, looking up into his wide green eyes, the lenses resting on his nose mirroring my reflection .

“Talk?” he tilts his head questioningly.

“Well… more like not talk. I’d say I’m more than deserving of some compensation since you made me wait so long,” I tease, trailing my eyes up and down his body suggestively.

Harry chuckles darkly, “If that’s whit yi hink is gonnae happen, Mo ghràdh, then yi are terribly mistaken.”

I close the door behind me, and the room dims, casting eerie shadows over his face, making him look like a character from a nightmare than the man who finally confessed his feelings for me.

“Di yi know how long ave waited for this moment?” he whispers, his voice low and husky.

Harry steps forward, caging me against the door, and I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

Gone is the man who seems innocent with his glasses and messed-up hair. Now, Harry stands before me, gazing at me as if I’m his prey.

He takes another step closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. My breath catches in my throat as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from my face.

His fingers linger on my cheek, tracing the curve of my jawline before sliding down to rest on my neck.

“Yi know, Red,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a devilishly handsome smile, “yir nothing but a wee slut, aren’t yi? Always flirting with the others in front a me, making me crave just the smallest ounce of yir attention. Teasing me with the little games yi love tae play. But tonight, yir playing my game, and yir gonna learn yir place.”

His words sent a jolt of lust through me, a strange thrill bubbling up in my stomach from his words as wetness blooms between my legs.

I couldn’t deny the excitement that pumps through my veins as he continues to speak, each word dripping with delicious intent.

“Kneel down,” he commands sharply. “Now.”

I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but the look in his eyes, the way he’s holding himself over me with such authority… well, I sink to my knees, resting my hands on my thighs.

Harry smirks, pleased with my submission, and I preen in response.

He crouches down in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches out, unbuttoning the black and white checkered shirt I wore today. The fabric falls open, revealing the black lacy bra underneath.

He reaches out, tracing the edge of the lace with his finger, his touch gentle.

“Such a pretty wee thing,” he purrs, “but wi both know whit yi really are, don’t we? A filthy whore, desperate for my attention.”

My cheeks burn with shame, but I don’t tear my gaze away from his .

There’s something almost hypnotic about the way he’s staring at me, like he would give me the world if I asked him to.

He leans closer, his breath hot against my ear, “Tell me, Mo ghràdh. Do you like it when a call yi a slut?”

I bite my lip, unsure of how to respond.

The truth is, a part of me fucking loves it, and the way it makes my skin tingle in anticipation, but the other part of me feels like I have no dignity if I nod my head.

Harry seems to sense my hesitation as he chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Dinna worry, I already ken the answer. Yi love it, don’t you?” he strokes his finger down past my bra and down my stomach.

His hand slides down to the waistband of my skirt, his fingers deftly unzipping it and pushing it down over my hips. I lift myself slightly to help him remove it, my movements obedient even without him telling me to.

He reaches for the hem of my panties, pulling them down slowly, his gaze raking over my naked form, savouring every inch of exposed skin, “Look at you,” he gulps, “So eager fir me ti use yi, so desperate for me ti take control. Well, you’ve got yir wish, don’t ya?”

He stands, grabbing a fistful of my red locks and yanking my head back so I’m forced to look at him. The pain is sharp, but it only heightens the arousal coursing through my body .

He bends low, his face hovering over mine, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks, “Open yir mouth,” he orders, his voice a low growl, “and keep it open.”

I obey, parting my lips slightly.

Harry’s free hand moves to the front of his trousers, tugging them down until his erection spills free. The sight makes my stomach flutter.

“That’s right,” he mutters, his grip on my hair tightening, “Show me how much o a slut yi really are.”

He guides the tip of his cock to my lips, pressing it against them. Tentatively, I open my mouth wider, allowing him to push inside.

The taste of him fills my senses, salty and musky, and I find myself sucking lightly.

Harry groans, the sound vibrating through his shaft and into my mouth.

“Fuck, Red,” he breathes, his voice thick with lust, “Yir such a good wee cocksucker, aren’t ya?”

His praise sends a rush of pleasure through me, and I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each movement.

Harry’s hand tightens in my hair, guiding my pace as he thrusts deeper, his hips moving in time with my efforts.

“Yes, that’s it,” he growls, his voice strained, “Take it all, yi dirty wee bitch. Show me how much yi love having my cock in yir mouth.”

His words are degrading, but they only fuel my desire. I moan around his length, the vibrations sending a shudder through his body.

He responds by thrusting harder, his fingers digging into my scalp as he fucks my mouth with abandon.

“God, yir perfect,” he mutters, his voice barely audible, “So fucking perfect fir this. No one could ever make me feel like this. Only you, Red. Only ever you.”

His words send a thrill of satisfaction through me.

I want to be the one to drive him wild, to be the one he can’t resist even after years of doing so.

With renewed vigour, I increase my efforts, sucking and licking with everything I have.

Harry’s grip on my hair loosens slightly, his breathing growing heavier as he nears his climax, “Red,” he pants, his voice ragged, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come soon. Are yi ready?”

I nod frantically, my mouth still wrapped around his cock. The thought of him filling my mouth with his release sends a surge of excitement through me, and I redouble my efforts, determined to bring him to the edge.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his hips bucking as he comes closer to the brink. “Here it comes, yi wee slut. Take it all.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry erupts, his come filling my mouth .

I swallow reflexively, the warm liquid coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.

He continues to pulse, filling my mouth again and again until he’s spent.

Harry pulls out of my mouth with a satisfied sigh, his cock glistening with my saliva. He looks down at me with a satisfied grin on his face, “Good girl,” he praises, “Yi did well. Now, we should probably clean you up.”

I nod, still so obedient for him.

He bends again, this time his tongue licking along the seam of my mouth, and kisses me deeply.

“Fuck. I love the taste of us together.” He says, pulling back.

“I do, too,” I reply, my voice hoarse.

“Do you need more, Red?” he taunts, “Is your sweet wee pussy needing some attention?”

I nod, my words failing me.

“Get up then,” he commands, “On yir feet, slut.”

I slowly stand, Harry’s hand reaching out to assist me. My body trembles with the effort, my legs wobbling slightly.

“Turn around,” his tone leaving no room for argument as I rush to obey him. My pussy clenches around nothing, and my wetness drips down the inside of my thigh from how turned on I am by him using me and speaking to me like this. “Bend over, Red. ”

I swallow hard, my throat dry and tight, but I do as I’m told.

Turning my back to him, I lean forward, placing my hands on the edge of the bed. The cool surface of the mattress presses against my palms, grounding me as I wait for what he does next.

Harry’s fingers brush against the curve of my ass, and he traces the line of my spine with his fingertips.

His breath hitches as he explores my body, and my lips curve into a grin that he cannot see, knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me.

“Such a perfect wee ass,” he says.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape as his hand explores my skin.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, “Wider.”

I obey, spreading my legs until I feel the stretch in my thighs.

Harry’s fingers trail down the inside of my thigh, his touch sending sparks of lust straight through me.

He pauses, his fingers brushing gently over the sensitive flesh between my legs.

“Look at yi,” he sneers, “So wet. So fucking ready fir it. Yi really are my filthy little whore, aren’t yi?”

I moan, my head dropping forward as I surrender to him completely .

I’ve wanted this for years now, for him to make me his, and it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.

The others treat me like a queen, obeying me and looking after me, and me and Jameson struggle too much with who is in charge for me to ever surrender to him like this.

But Harry… Harry has had my heart for nearly ten years. Through his awkward, geeky years, and he’s grown into a man that I would let control me because I know he only ever wants what is best for me.

Harry’s fingers delve deeper, probing my slick folds, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice thick with lust, “Take it, yi dirty whore. Show me how much yi love me using yi. Making yi mine finally.”

His fingers work their way inside of me, thrusting in and out with increasing urgency.

I can feel my body responding, my hips bucking as I chase the pleasure he’s building within me.

Harry’s other hand moves to my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly as he continues to finger me.

“Do yi like it when a use yi like this, Red?” he growls, his voice strained.

I nod, unable to form words as he works me perfectly, his words just pushing me closer to the edge.

Harry’s fingers dig deeper, his thumb rubbing against my clit in rough circular motions, and it becomes too much for me to bear. I cry out, my voice breaking as I come undone.

Harry’s fingers slow as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, his touch becoming gentler.

He pulls his hand away, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a moan as I collapse onto the bed, my body trembling.

Harry leaves the room, returning with a washcloth.

He runs the rough fabric over me, washing away my arousal, throws it into the corner, and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Ave dreamt o this moment fir years,” he says.

“Me too.”

“I’ve loved you for years, Mo ghràdh. Am sorry a never showed yi til now,” he apologises, kissing my forehead.

“Ditto, but I think I need a bit more time before I say it back,” I say, “I’ve wanted you for so long, but I’m not ready to fall completely in with you so soon, not when I’m terrified that you’ll pull away again when you get scared.”

“A winna rush yi. Just promise no ti leave me behind.”

“Never.”