Page 19 of Save Me
“Hey.” I try to keep my voice level, but it isn’t easy when I don’t know the meaning behind these videos or who sent them.
He closes the distance between us, eyes scanning my face. He gives me that look, like he sees straight through the bullshit, right down to my soul. “You okay?” Concern wrinkles his brow.
“Fine,” I lie. “Just, you know…” I shrug.
“Yeah, about that. Do you need to talk about the ‘you know’?” He reaches out, his touch gentle on my arm.
“Not really, I’m fine. For now. If that changes, I’ll let you know.” The words catch in my throat because, really, I’m not fine, but it’s got nothing to do with the traitor from tonight. This is a message, a threat. Someone’s playing games, dark ones, and they’ve just made their first move.
I need to get out of these clothes, the sweat, blood and cum is making me feel uneasy. “I’m going to take a shower,” I manage, sidestepping Harry’s probing gaze.
“Mind if I join you?” His voice is casual, but there’s an intensity in his eyes that tells me he’s not just talking about saving water. “You did say later?”
“Okay,” I murmur because it’s easier than explaining why I want to scrub my skin raw until all traces of this night are gone, and he’s right. I did. I don’t want to be a tease.
I strip off and turn the taps on hot.
In the steam-filled sanctuary of the bathroom, I let the water scald my skin, hoping it will wash away the dread lodged deep in my gut. Harry steps in naked behind me, and I feel his presence like a shield.
“Tonight was intense. Don’t bottle it up,” he begins, and I can hear the pride threading through his words.
“I won’t.” The word feels hollow, bouncing off the tile walls. His hands find my shoulders, steady and strong.
“We heard what your dad offered.” He turns me to face him, water cascading down between us, as he neatly changes the topic. “What are you going to do?”
“I can’t just abandon my plans, my degree. That was my ticket out, my chance at a different life.”
“Vogue, power isn’t something to be afraid of. It’s something to wield,” he says.
“I know.” My reply comes soft, drowned out by the pounding water. But inside, my thoughts race – power, luxury, a place in a world I’ve never wanted but is here, calling to me.
“Let’s just forget about all that for now,” Harry murmurs, pulling me closer to him. His lips trail down my neck, and I close my eyes and feel.
Harry’s fingers glide over my skin, spreading suds in their wake as he cleans me. I lean into his touch, the hot water, a guard around us that lets me pretend we’re the only two people in this messed-up world. The steam rises, fogging up the glass and blurring out everything else.
“Relax,” he whispers, and I let the tension ebb away under his touches. For a moment, the threat of exposure from that video, from someone who knows too much about the old me, fades.
But it’s still there, scratching at the back of my mind—a warning that things could go to hell real fast. I can’t let Harry see the fear, can’t let him—or anyone—know what I’ve done. My history is a shadow that follows me, and it’s caught up.
Harry’s hands are on my hips. There’s a heat that tells me he needs this as much as I do. His lips find mine, hungry and urgent, and something inside me snaps.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. The sound of water hitting the tile is drowned out by our quickening breaths. He lifts me up, pressing me against the cold tile and enters me.
A moan escapes me, echoing off the walls. “Fuck.” I’m clinging to him, my nails digging into his back.
Every thrust drives the panic further away, replaces it with raw need, with the kind of intensity that makes you forget your own name.
“So tight,” Harry groans. “So fucking tight.”
I hiss out a breath, focusing only on the feeling, letting everything else fade to black. His hands grip my ass, lifting me onto his cock higher, deeper.
Reaching between us, I rub my clit, chasing the climax that I need to erase the fear, the uncertainty. Harry bites my lower lip gently, a silent promise of something primal. “You’re going to come so hard for me,” he growls against my skin.
“Yes.”
The sounds of our bodies colliding, the slick heat of our skin is maddening. My climax builds from my toes up, and I cry out as my pussy clenches around his cock, pulsing with a raw need that obliterates the rest of the world. Harry’s breathing hitches, his thrusts growing erratic until his orgasm crashes into him.
“Fuck, Vogue,” he rasps as his cock jerks inside me, unloading his cum to fill me up completely.
