During dinner, Y/N kept her gaze fixed to her plate, not daring to look up at Henry or George. Georges' wife was away in her hometown, wherever that was, so it was just you, your fiancé and George.

"So, how was it over there in America?", George asked so casually, that Y/N paused for a short moment, before she answered "Awful."

George snickered and then looked up at the auburn haired woman, a deadly gleam in his eyes, as he then said "Are you sure it was awful?" Y/N looked up at him and raised a brow slightly "What do you mean?"

George tilted his head a little and smirked as he said "Did you really think Lieutenant General Clinton and Major General Leslie wouldn't recognize you, even with your disguise?"

Y/N felt her blood run cold as she realized that her story wouldn't work. He knew. She was most definitely doomed.

"You did good effort of hiding like that. Sadly my order reached both of them too late for them to return you. Well, not that it matters now, since you returned voluntarily," George spoke, a hint of cheeriness in his voice as he then took another bite of his food.

Y/N felt her appetite fade and she lowered her hands, staring at her slightly calloused hands with horror in her eyes.

"Excuse me," Y/N breathed and pushed herself out of her seat. Neither of the brothers said a word, watching the auburn haired woman as she swiftly left the room. Henrys' eyes were filled with longing as he still stared at the door through which Y/N had just left.

"I do not understand how you long for a traitor like her," George dryly said and focussed his gaze on his dinner again. Henry chuckled softly and looked over at his older brother "You should have seen her in the bath. I bet you wouldn't be able to let your hands off of her if you'd have seen her."

George didn't look up as he said "Unlike you, I have a wife and family of my own, which you already should be having as well, if you hadn't waited for Y/N to return. There are many women out there who would be more than ready to sell their soul to you. I still cannot understand why it should be her."

Henry grinned and looked back down at his plate "The other women don't interest me. She, she intrigues me in so many ways, I know it has to be her. How fortunate that Edward passed. I wouldn't have wanted him to enjoy her for himself. You will understand, brother dearest."

And that said, Henry pushed himself to his feet and left the room without another word, leaving George to himself.

continue reading under your own risk (or how you say (I aint native English speaker I just act like I am)) shit gon get heavy

Y/N sighed in relief when she finally managed to untie the corset on her own, thankful that she was able to do so. Stepping out of the gown that already laid sprawled on the floor, she tossed the corset aside and walked to the dresser.

The maids had informed her earlier where her clothes were and where she would find what. Y/N was even more than relieved to feel the flowing fabric of the nightgown like heaven compared with the corset.

Y/N glanced around the room and slowly made her way towards the window, freeing her hair from various braids and what not, enjoying the feeling of her auburn curls freely falling around her shoulders.

She gently rested her fingertips atop of the glass, gazing out at the city, the lights of the street sending soft signals into the sky, showing that the city was still awake, despite the darkness which had fallen upon them not too long ago.

"Isn't it beautiful?", a voice asked behind her and Y/N spun around to face Henry. A genuine smile laid on his lips and for a moment Y/N dared to relax, before she turned back towards the window, taking in the sights of the city, as she said "It truly is."

As Y/N reached a hand out to open the window, wanting to feel to cool evening breeze, a hand grabbed hers and spun her around. Seconds later she found herself pinned against the wall beside the window, Henrys body pressing against hers. Y/N thought for a moment her heart stopped as she held her breath, completely taken aback by this sudden move.

"Nothing can match you and your beauty though, my dear," Henry purred, running a hand along her cheek and down her neck, trailing down her torso in-between her breasts and finally coming to a rest on her waist, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered and gulped, before she moved to push him away. Henry tutted, snatching both of her hands in a tight grasp and pinning them over her head "What is wrong, hm?"

Y/N tried, she really did, but the fear was too obvious in her eyes. "I would like to rest," she said, trying to rip her hands out of his grip, but she miserably failed. 

"Henry, please," she begged. She could hear her heart beating in her ears. It was racing a marathon. The fear was slowly beginning to eat her up.

"What is it, Y/N?", Henry asked. Y/N distasted the sound of her name rolling so easily off his tongue. "Please, let me go, please," Y/N begged and she blinked multiple times, trying to blink back the tears before they even dared form.

"What are you afraid of?", Henry breathed as he leaned down, nuzzling his face in her neck, slowly beginning to place soft, yet hungry kisses on her skin. Every inch he touched burned up. The fear, the hatred grew.

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but her voice stayed stuck in her throat as Henry bit down on her neck, sucking on the skin, before he pulled away and grinned in satisfaction at the bruise that was forming there.

He stared down into her eyes with a cold gaze and said "Please, continue."

"I'm afraid of you," Y/N finally said, tears gleaming in her eyes. Henry sighed and looked down on her pitifully as he said "What a shame."

Then he pressed his lips onto hers, passionate and hungry, before forcing his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. A lone tear rolled down her cheek and she closed her eyes, not being able to look at him.

The hand on her waist trailed down further and he began to grope her behind, grinding his hips against her. The kiss stifled two things - her sob and his moan.

Henry didn't break the kiss as he began to pull her towards the bed with him, before he broke the kiss and pushed her onto it. He quickly climbed on top of her, straddling her, sitting on top of her lower abdomen.

"No," Y/N cried, more and more tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. Henry grinned at her helpless state, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor, then leaning down to connect their lips once more in a passionate kiss, it becoming more longing with each second. 

Henry pushed himself up a little, not breaking the kiss. His hands began to trail up Y/Ns thighs to the hem of her nightgown, slowly, agonizingly slow, pulling it up.

Y/Ns cry for him to stop went under in his lips.

believe me I was hella uncomfortable writing this cuz I can't hurt my lovely readers like that but I did. sorry.

the pic at the top is my apology.