"Eat," Harry ordered as he noticed the girl across the table from him staring at the salad in front of her blankly, her lip tugged under her teeth in thought. Silence had settled between them while he had dug into his food hungrily, and she had sat there quietly thinking to herself.

"Sorry," she mumbled softly, grabbing for her silveware and picking at her salad, taking a miniscule bite in order to please his demand. Her hunger had left her, replaced by the sudden desire bubbling in her stomach, filling her with a warmth that begged for the touch from the man across from her. His threatening speech had left her mind a mess, and the fabric between her thighs soaked with her excitement.

"What are you thinking about?" Styles inquired with a slight frown, growing concerned and confused as she continued to pick at her food mindlessly. He felt almost lost without her confident gaze on him, challenging his every move.

Carmen rested her chin in her hand, smiling. "I can assure you, Mr. Styles, that you do not want to know what I am thinking about right now." There was the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. It made his lips twitch in irritation; she always seemed to be amused with him.

"Try me."

He felt her foot under the table nudge into his leg, and run up and down his calf, each soothing motion sending a wave of anticipation through the thick blood in his veins. The atmosphere shifted from quiet to deafening as his heart thudded in his chest. Her touch did something to him, something that he couldn't comprehend, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

The art of seduction. Something engraved in Carmen's mind seemingly since the day she was born. How simply could she sway a man's mind and heart with the lightest of touches. Or whisper her demands in their ear as she dangled herself right in front of them- that was when they were weakest. When a man wants something, they will do anything to get it. So she made sure that it was her they always wanted.

Her frail hand grasped her wine glass, bringing it to her lips slowly and sipping from it. Each move was formulaic and natural all at once. She set the glass down, licking her lips and swallowing her smugness as she watched his body tense, his eyes following the agonizingly slow movement of her tongue, no doubt wishing it were his lips that were getting to feel the smooth muscle run over them.

"I was thinking about what you had said-," she murmured, bringing her foot back down. Styles visibly scowled at the removal of her touch.

Leave them wanting more.

"-about locking me up in your room."

His eyes widened slightly before a grin took over his clean cut features. "You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" he hissed lowly. "You would love to be tied up to my bed all day, so I can fuck you for as long as I please."

Her insides heated up at his words. God, he was just as enticing as she was. His hair had withstood the hold of the gel in it, so that a few loose curls fell over his forehead, and he had to constantly push them away with his hand. She eyed his thick torso, remembering the beautiful tattoos that were painted into his golden skin. He was so incredibly handsome that she knew if she stared too long, her regime would be forgotten.

"Move your chair over here," he spoke suddenly, gesturing to the space beside him. She looked at him in confusion, but something about the silky desperation lacing his voice made her oblige, and she scooted her chair until she was sitting beside him. She was finally close enough for his cologne to flood her senses, the familiar musky and rich scent that he had been wearing that night at his club. The warmth emitted from his body made her want to crawl in his lap and snuggle into his chest like a kitten, feeding off of his body heat like a parasite.

"Try to be quiet for me, baby," he muttered softly, brushing his warm lips to the shell of her ear, and causing a shudder to rake through her spine. She soon felt his hand on her thigh, laying flat against the deep blue fabric of her dress. It was his turn to tease her, moving his hand slowly under the hem of her dress, the calloused ends of his fingers dusting over her velvety skin, and leaving it peppered with goosebumps.

A muffled gasp left her lips as his large hand cupped her over the material of her panties. He gave her a warning glare, and she nodded discreetly, biting her lip to keep herself silent. His finger glided over the thin, sensitive skin just above her pubic bone, making her stomach tighten in angst.

"More, Harry," she breathed out, her eyes threatening to flutter shut at the staggering feel of his warm fingers against her skin, as if he was her only source of heat. He smiled, happy to finally be the one in control.

"I can give you everything you want," he whispered in her ear, slipping his hand into her panties and swiftly easing his finger into her. She glanced around at the people who were casually eating their food, completely unaware of what the god of a man beside her was doing with his hand underneath the table. "Tell me what you want."

"You," she lied, exhaling a thick breath as his thumb pressed to her sensitive bundle of nerves, toying with it. Harry's stomach fluttered at her words. "I want you."

An unfamiliar pain stung at her chest as the words left her lips, and she took in his hopeful expression. But just as quickly as it came, it was replaced with the warm pleasure burning in her stomach as he began to move his finger in and out of her, slow and deep.

"Mm," she hummed, reveling the feeling of his warm fingers assaulting her. She didn't care at all that someone could glance over and easily tell what they were doing. If anything, she wanted them to see- to watch as the wealthiest man in London, if not all of England, fingered her shamelessly in a public restaurant.

The thought almost sent her over the edge.

His thumb rubbed faster against her clit, and his lips brushed against her ear as he continued to say hushed words to her.

"No man can make you feel as good as I can."

"You will never disobey me again."

"You feel so tight and wet around my fingers."

"You're mine."

She could barely make them out as her mind flooded with numbing pleasure. He was moving his fingers so slow, and yet it felt like everything was taking over her at once- he was taking over her.

Just as she felt the familiar tightening of her abdomen, the overwhelming sensation was replaced with emptiness as his finger slid out of her suddenly. She whimpered at the loss, turning to look at his smug, handsome face.

"Stay at my place tonight-" he brought his fingers to his lips and shamelessly licked them clean, his eyes glistening. "-and I will let you cum then."

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Carmen couldn't remember the last time she went home with a man, for it to only last until the sun rose in the morning to awake her in the foreign bedroom with an unfamiliar arm draped over he bare waist. If there was one rule she almost always followed, it was to never spend the night.

Her conscious was reminding her of this as she was pressed up against the door of his apartment, her legs wrapped around a lean torso and a pair of hands greedily groping at her chest. Under her closed lids, her eyes were darting around frantically, the future consequences of her current actions forcing her not to move her tongue with his as he invaded the sweet cavern of her mouth.

"What's wrong?" he breathed, pulling away from her lips slightly, his chest rising and falling in quick intervals.

"Nothing, nothing," she assured him, grasping the back of his neck and connecting their mouths once more. What are you doing? her mind nagged at her as she let her tongue dance effortlessly with his. She could only barely make out the feel of his hands as they trailed down her waist, squeezing and kneading at her supple flesh. It felt like utter bliss, she couldn't keep up with it; her breathing intensified with every inch of skin that his rough fingers traced over. More. They both needed more.

"I'll buy you a new one," he murmured into her mouth before practically ripping the expensive fabric off her eager body, his selfish hands seeking more to explore. A sharp exhale sounded as he drank in the sight of her curves, her angles, her soft satin skin that begged to be kissed by his more than willing lips. The torn dress fell to the floor at his feet, and he wasted no time in grabbing and feeling as much of her as he could.

"You act like you've never seen a woman before," she mused breathlessly, watching him as he cupped her large breasts in his hands, the padding of her bra not enough to hide her puckering nipples. He chuckled, wrapping his arms fully around her and holding her body against his chest before carrying her in the direction of his room.

"I have never seen a woman like you before," he quietly responded, speaking more to himself than her. It was true; the women that he had been with in the past all resembled each other. Blonde, blue-eyed, their waists no thicker than a rake. Somehow he had already accepted the fact that he could never be with those kind of women again, not after tasting Carmen, with her voluptuous body, dark curls, and black, fearless eyes.

She was the perfect combination of danger and fertility, his very own goddess.

Her mouth was carnivorous and his lips were a raw piece of meat. She attacked them mindlessly, biting and nipping and running her tongue over them. Her hands got lost in the thick forest of his hair, tugging on the curls so his head tilted back, revealing his long neck to her. He could hardly walk straight with her plump lips trailing meticulously over his skin, sucking on it so his blood drew up to the surface.

"I'm gonna cum before we even get started here if you keep doing that," he groaned, painfully almost. His erection was begging to be freed, to again feel her tight walls around him. He finally, after what seemed like eternity, kicked the door to his bedroom open, flicking on the lights and hastily dropping her on his bed.

"You're going to pay for all that shit you pulled," Harry grinned darkly, his hands making quick work to undo his belt. He slid the leather out from the loops of his jeans, and Carmen watched with doe-like eyes as he crawled onto the bed before her, grabbing her wrists in one hand. He placed a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead before wrapping the leather belt around her wrists tightly.

"Harry," she whispered in a plea, not entirely sure whether she was begging for him to untie her or for him to finally fuck her. He was taking his time and she didn't like it; her skin was crawling with the need for his hands to be back on her, and for him to be inside her, filling her up just like how she remembered.

"Carmen," he mocked, smirking playfully. Her chest tightened as his name slithered sinfully off of his tongue. She wished his tongue could be other places right now...

Harry reached behind her and toyed teasingly with the clasp of her bra, while attaching his lips to her throat, feeling it bob up and down as she swallowed thickly. He kissed his way down to her chest, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as if he would never get to feel it against his lips again. Her body was heavenly, divine; he wanted to worship it with his entire being.

The bra straps fell from her shoulders as he finally undid the clasp, biting hard into his lip as he eyed her chest. Her breasts rolled out from the confinements of the bra, and his breath hitched in his throat. He nearly buried his face into them, moaning as he placed sloppy kisses just below her collarbone. His lips were right over her heart, and he swallowed the thick pulses as if they gave him breath in his lungs and blood in his veins.

"You are so goddamn beautiful," Harry whispered in disbelief, his hands massaging at her chest, causing her to squirm in pleasure underneath him. Where was this all coming from? The soft kisses? The tender touches?

He didn't know, but he didn't care. His beautiful girl layed nearly naked beneath him and he didn't want to waste the moment in thinking of why he was feeling like he was going to implode, or why he was even bothering with kissing her when he could be fucking her brains out right now. That's what he normally did, so why was this time any different?

It was because she was different. Harry Styles didn't want to admit it to himself until this moment- this sublime moment that he had been torturing himself with the thought of all week- but she was not like the women he would swoon at his club and take into the back room for a quick release. Carmen made him... feel something. Something that he didn't understand.

Styles growled in exasperation as a loud ringing sounded from outside the bedroom, causing his lips to halt in their journey down the length of her torso. He peered up at her, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"My phone," she breathed. "It's my phone... in my purse."

"Why is it so fucking loud?" he snapped, sitting up on his knees with his forehead in frustrated creases. He didn't like to be interrupted when he was moments away from having the best sex of his life.

"I'm sorry."

She was apologizing?

"Can you get it for me? It might be important."

He was tempted to growl out a no and continue on with what he had planned to do all night long, but something in his gut twisted at the sincerely worried tone in her voice. Her eyes, even in the dim light of the bedroom, held a certain emotion that told him there was no way he could deny her.

He huffed out a breath before hastily climbing off the bed. The ringing had not stopped and he was growing more anxious with each second it continued to blare through his apartment. He found her purse lying on the floor in the front room, and grabbed it before rushing back to the room.

Carmen had struggled to free her hands from the restraint of the leather belt wrapped tightly around them, but only succeeded in forming bruises on her soft skin.

"Can you press it to my ear?" she asked when Harry's tall figure appeared in the room a moment later, suddenly feeling frantic. I told you this was a stupid idea, her conscious scolded her, clawing at her cool and collected facade. Harry raised an eyebrow but complied, digging through her bag for the phone before leaning down and pressing it against her ear.

"Dad? Is that you?" she breathed into the speaker, swallowing down her angst. This was not how she wanted to appear in front of Harry Styles, with her body trembling and her mind astray at the possibilities. Her eyes glanced at the man beside her, but his face gave away nothing as to what he was thinking or feeling.

"Carmen?" came a voice, flooding her ears and filling her with relief.

"Jesus, Stephan. I thought you were my dad," Carmen sighed into the phone, sitting up slightly. It should've made her feel awkward, laying there naked with her hands tied up behind her, one of her conquests on the other end of the phone and the other one standing impatiently beside her. It didn't, though. Nothing ever made her feel awkward.

Stephan. Harry instantly recognized the name, remembering the way it was printed beside Carmen's when he had searched up her address. He felt his blood run cold in his veins, and his grip tightened on the phone as he continued to hold it up to her ear.

"I thought you said you were going to wait up for me?" Stephan nearly whined into the speaker. "I was so worried, baby."

Carmen swallowed down any minute ounce of guilt she felt at the broken tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, I really am. Something came up. I'll call you back later, okay?"

"Okay," he breathed out in response, exhausted from both the night spent with his family and from the expected lies he willingly continued to hear from her. "Promise you'll come over tomorrow, though?"

Carmen rolled her eyes to herself. "Yes. Of course," she spoke flatly. "Bye Stephan." The line went dead.

The room was quiet as Harry put her phone back in her purse, the only sound being his controlled breathing and the light shuffling around. She couldn't read his expression, his lips pursed in a straight line and his eyebrows set hard above his eyes. She had dealt with jealous men in the past, but usually their envy could be soothed with an assuring I only want you and a nice blow.

Something told her Mr. Harry Styles would be a little more difficult.

"You fuck him, don't you?" he finally spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.

Watching her lips part at his accusation was enough of an answer. Harry sucked in a sharp breath, his mind flooding with painful images of her and that faceless man. It stabbed at his gut mercilessly. As tempting as it was to grab the nearest object and thrash it against the wall to relieve him of the foreign feeling, he did something neither of them expected. He crawled back onto the bed, his body hovering over her nude one.

"We'll talk about it later," he told her in a hushed voice as he pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth. You should leave while you have the chance, she thought to herself, her stomach still crawling with unease. Every possibility of her leaving through his door, though, were dissipated with each kiss Harry placed on her bare stomach.

"I'll make you forget every other man you have been with," he smiled grimly up at her, his lips centimeters away from where she needed him most. His words meant nothing to her; if anything, she would forget him after she got what she sought after.

"The only thing you will remember by the time I'm done with you, is how to scream my name."

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damn, this is loooong. i hope it was good (-:

hey can u guys rec me some fics with a lot of smut in them? its for science

lots of love xx