Page 8 of Tamed By You

Gripping her hip so tight I know I'll bruise her, I push down between her shoulder blades, making her hips tilt further. I am balls deep, pinning her to the bed. I’m sure I'm hurting her, but who am I to deny a woman what she wants?

“Yes, oh god… yes!”

Driving her into the mattress, I feel it—her walls spasming as my own white-hot release rushes through me. I let out a low growl and her pussy strangles my cock.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Oh god, Harry…” My name never sounded so good. She screams through her next orgasm, and it makes me lose my damn mind, her body convulsing beneath me, and it's the most beautiful sight that it sets me off and I swear I see stars. My rhythm falters as my body locks and I shoot inside her on a hoarse cry.

We are covered in sweat, gasping for breath, but never has a release hit me like that one. I slide out of her, and she sags on the bed. Collapsing next to her, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, panting, trying to calm my breathing. I've never had sex like that.

I turn my head to face her, and she lifts her head, her blonde hair a tangled mess around her face. Our eyes lock, a look passing between us. Did we really just do that? I told myself I just needed her once. That was all I needed to scratch that irritating itch for her.

But one taste of Alice Hart is simply not enough.

I’m fucked.

Chapter Five

Ali

4 months later

“Gabs, did you borrow my silver heels again?” I call from my bathroom. I add the final touches to my makeup. My go-to winged eyeliner and the hot pink lipstick I’ve gone for tonight to match the dress I’m wearing.

“Yeah, here. Sorry, I used them for my date with Adam,” Gabby says, walking into my bathroom.

“No bother. How was it? Is he the one?” She gives me a playful shove.

“No, you know me. I like to take things slow.”

“Gabby, babe, there is slow and there is your pace.”

She chuckles. “I know. I just want to be sure; you know.”

I turn and face her. With big brown eyes and perfect porcelain skin, Gabriella looks like a doll.

“I know and promise me you will only do it when you feel ready, okay? But it’s good to see you getting out there.” She nods and we both turn to look into my Hollywood mirror.

“Does this lipstick go with my dress?” I ask, running my fingers through my blonde waves.

“You look hot, Al.” She smiles. “Thanks, babes, and you look H O T hot too in that little black number,” I reply. She does a little spin, and my heart could burst with pride. Gabby is the little sister I never had and watching her become braver and venture out of her shell makes me so happy.

“Thank you for letting me wear it. I can’t believe you got hold of it. This dress has been sold out everywhere.”

I shrug. “Perks of working for New York's top fashion magazine.” I grab my coconut-scented perfume and give myself a little spritz.

“Can you believe they’re doing it? They’re getting freaking married,” she squeals.

“I know,” I reply feeling the smile spread across my face. I’m not a romantic or one who wishes to fall in love and sail off into the sunset, but Jack and Ria would have anyone believing in love and happily ever after and tonight is their engagement party.

“Our cab will be here in five minutes. I'll go get my purse.” She leaves the bathroom and I give myself one final look in the mirror. Taking in a deep breath, I blow it back out, mentally preparing myself to spend the evening with someone I've spent the last few months trying to forget.

The party is held at a stunning restaurant in downtown New York. Our closest friends and family and some of the staff fromThe Boardroom, the club that Jack, Harry, and Brad own, are here. The room has dark walls and flooring, and gold wall lights surround the room, creating a warm, sultry vibe. It's cozy and intimate, very Jack and Ria.

“Look at you, you are glowing,” I gush, pulling Ria in for a hug. I squeeze her, not wanting it to end. She's finally healed after the attack over Christmas from her piece of shit ex-husband, who will thankfully be spending a long time behind bars for what he did. Seeing that sparkle back in her eyes is everything.

“Thanks, I can't believe this, I’m going to be Mrs. Lawson, can you believe it?” Happiness exudes from her as she waves her hand around, the three-diamond ring that Jack had custom-made for her sparkling under the lights.

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