Chapter 78

He robs my breath from his lips and I immediately feel relaxed. He inhales deeply through his nose as my eyes sew shut in reflex and enjoyment. My hands slide up to his broad shoulders as the temperature feels like it just rose two hundred degrees.

His hands slide down to my bum and he lifts me up in one motion, making me straddle his hips. A small gasp leaves my lips before he crashes me back against the soft sheets. My legs stay firmly wrapped around his waist as he moves his sinful lips with mine. His hands pin mine to the mattress next to my head, intertwining our fingers together.

"Wait is this why you like it when I sleep in here?" I break the kiss and open my eyes to meet with his.

"I just like you here." His soothing voice answers.

"You like me here or you like kissing me and stuff?" I say with a small tinge of worry in my voice. I'm not trying to start a fight, but I'm a little nervous that he is just trying to get something for me.

"Well, both. Why are you asking me this?" He says while staying hovered over me, staring directly into my eyes with his own.

"I don't know, I just get paranoid." I mumble. He pulls away from me and sits up on the bed.

His eyebrows furrow together in confusion. I sit up in front of him and cross my legs.

"You think I'm.. using you or something?" He asks in irritation.

"Well no- I don't know, I just worry sometimes." I twiddle my thumbs together and glance down at my lap, too nervous to look at his expression.

"Amelia- if you're not okay with doing any of this then we won't." He says defensively, putting his wall up slowly.

"No- I'm fine with what we do. I'm just over thinking everything." I mumble.

It was dumb for me to even mention this, but I couldn't help it. I'm scared that maybe he is just using me, after all it's not like he's an angel or anything. He's a deadly gang member- a ruthless man.

"If I just wanted to get my dick wet I would go down to the strip club and fuck some whore." He states with unneeded profanity that makes my nose scrunch a bit.

"I'm not trying to pick a fight."

"Really Amelia because it seems like you are." He says as his voice gets a bit more annoyed.

"No Harry don't do this, I was just curious and needed to ask." I explain my reasoning, hoping he doesn't get more mad.

"Amelia you're second guessing my intentions. You don't trust me?" He says with anger.

His eyes drop a few shades and I can tell he's getting really defensive over this.

"It's hard for me to trust people Harry. I've never been in these kind of intimate situations before and it's with you- the man who kidnapped me. You can't blame me for having my guard up." I defend, feeling the lump in my throat grow.

"That's always what I'm going to be to you right? Your kidnapper."

"How else am I suppose to consider you! Like what is this? I definitely know it's not a relationship because you've told me numerous times you don't date. And let's not forget time time you said that 'you don't want me to get the wrong idea' after we kissed on the couch. So yes Harry, you're my kidnapper." I spill out everything that's surfacing in my head.

"If I'm just your kidnapper then why are you in my bed every night?" He mutters with rage hidden in his voice, trying to hurt me with his words.

I scuffle and shake my head, getting up off the bed and standing to my feet.

"Yeah Harry. What the hell am I doing right?" I agree with him before turning around and walking out of his warm room with tears brimming my eyes.