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Harry gave her a bruising kiss; he kissed her with everything he had. The force was enough to almost knock her off her feet. His hands instantly wrapped around her waist to stabilize her. She was still wearing her heels, and he didn’t want her to slip. He pressed her against the vanity of the bathroom, continuing to roll his tongue over hers.

His left hand, wrapped around her hair, and tugged at it, giving him access to her neck and earning a whimper from her. He kissed and nipped at her neck and then processed to bit on the skin over her collarbones. She inhaled sharply and felt her knees buckling for him

Y/N was still angry at him and wanted to remain angry at him, but his touch was irresistible. He was a drug for her. Everything about him made her weak.

He stuck his knee between her thighs as he hiked up her dress. He didn’t want her going anywhere, so he pressed her against the cold wall. He wanted to have his way with her and show her what he honestly thought of her and how much he desired her.

Harry shoved his hand between her thighs in search of her heat. He parted her lips while he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. He teased for a bit, wanting to hear her beg. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the occasion. They both needed release after their intense argument. Hence, why it was going to be quick and rougher.

She dug her nails into his expensive blazer, fully aware that it was going to leave a mark on his flesh. He slowly inserted his fingers into her, giving her a taste of what was to come. She bit back her moan not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making her feel good.

“That’s how you are playing?” He teased, smiling against the skin of her neck. He knew what she was trying to do. It was meant to frustrate him more, but his competitive self would never allow him to back down. So, he accepted the challenge. His pace picked up, and he could feel her wetness fooling around his fingers.

Harry could only hear her ragged breathing and could see how she arched her hips in response to his touch. And it was enough to let him know that she was enjoying his touch. She didn’t utter a word or moan one single time while his fingers were shoved in her.

“What?” He heard her whine as he abruptly pulled his fingers out of her. He pulled her away from the wall and pinned her wrists behind her back. “Harry”.

“Quiet” he shushed her as he bent her over the vanity of the bathroom, but not without yanking down the front of her dress, making her breast burst out of the expensive fabric. He parted her legs with his foot as he took himself out of his pants. Harry looked at her one last time through the mirror before sinking himself into her.

He buried himself deep in her and waited a few seconds as they both adjusted to the sensation. Then he began pounding his hips against hers. It was rougher than usual, but he always made sure that he wasn’t hurting her. Harry grabbed her by the back of her neck for leverage as he tried to earn a moan from her or some type of reaction.

“Fucking Christ” she finally panted as her hands pressed against the mirror. Her abdomen hurt from the bumping against the edge of the vanity, but the pleasure made it all worth it. Harry smiled as he watched her through the mirror. It was a remarkable sight. Her rounded breasts pressed against the vanity, her expensive necklace moving with her, and her lips slightly parted as she moaned profanities.

“Oh fuck” Harry groaned, “Is this what you wanted?” He asked as his hand harshly came down and met the skin of her ass. It was quick, but she felt the sting adding to the pleasure that she was already feeling. Her breath hitched as he slapped her again.

“Just like that” she cried out, feeling her knees buckling and her brain starting to short circuit. Harry let her wrist go and gripped her hips tighter as he slowly started losing the rhythm that he had been keeping.

In a matter of seconds, Y/N felt the fire pooling low into her abdomen as she hit her climax. He kept going for a few more seconds until he dissolved into pleasure and was quickly moaning curse words and her name.

They waited a few minutes until the couple caught their breath and were able to compose themselves. Harry reached out for the disposable hand towels and helped Y/N clean herself. Then he did the same with himself. None of them spoke a word.

“I would never hit you” Harry spoke first as he tucked himself away and zippered his pants up. His shirt was still untucked, and his tie was crooked. She could only nod as she struggled to unzip her dress and to find her voice.

It seemed silly to her now to ever think that Harry would physically hurt her. Although he had looked so angry that for a second, she had mentally prepared for the impact. Because at the end of the day, no one truly knows what the other person is capable of doing.

Harry pulled her zipper down and kissed her shoulder.

“I would never cheat on you”

“You have to stop hiding things from me, Harry” She pushed her breasts back into her dress and inspected that Harry hadn’t marked her. “I am your partner and your girlfriend” she pointed out. “I know that I am not Oliver’s mother, but I would like to think that you would consider me someone important enough to know what is going on in his life”. Y/N loved Oliver as if he was hers, and she would always look out for his best interest. She turned to fix his tie after he had zipped her up again.

“I know. I fucked up, and I am deeply sorry” He tucked in his shirt and waited until she finished fixing his tie.

“The next time you lie to me, we are done” she warned him with a straight face. “I won’t hesitate even if it kills me” She loved him, but she hated liars. She tried her best not to cry, but mere thought of walking away from him shattered her heart.

Harry watched her expression through the mirror as he got his hair wet in attempt to do some damage control to his now crazy hair. He instantly stopped when he saw the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. He turned and grasp her chin and tilted up so their gazes would meet.

“This is will be the last time. I promise. It won’t happen ever again” he gave her a sweet kiss then pulling her into a warm, reassuring hug.

After a few more reassuring words from Harry and fixing their attire the best they could they left the bathroom. They intertwined their hands and walked out with big smiles. Although they were met with frowns and disapproving stares from older women that had been waiting outside the bathroom. They didn’t care. They just walked past them laughing.

The lobby/ foyer was quite empty compared to earlier which only meant that people that already entered and had sat down. Harry gripped her hand tightly before pulling her upstairs towards their reserved balcony. He couldn’t hear music which meant that the show hadn’t started yet and even if it had he wouldn’t had regretted it.

“Where have you been?” Alessandro instantly asked as they quietly sneaked into the balcony and took their seats.

“Bathroom” Harry answered as unbutton his blazer, so he could sit more comfortably. “It was quite jammed” he added as Alessandro raised an eyebrow at him.

Michael and William turned to look at one another and shared a smile knowing that their friend was full of shit.

“Both bathrooms?” He asked Y/N, wanting to catch them in a lie. Alessandro wasn’t stupid. He knew they were having sex. He had even done it before.

“Yes. Lots of old ladies” Y/N followed along, not looking at him in the eyes. “But very lovely”.

Alessandro shook his head at both while William and Michael were in a fit of giggles.

“Was the fuck good at least?” Alessandro bluntly asked as the lights of the opera house dimmed.

“yes” he bluntly admitted “But it’s none of your fuckin business” Harry whispered back with a big smile.

And so Harry’s favorite opera, La Bohème began.