He roughly pushed me against the wall and pressed his body tightly to mine. I dared to look at his eyes. They were burning with anger, jealousy, you could even sense some passion and... Lust. But I can't ignore the fact that though I was extremely scared of his behavior, I stood still and looked deep in his eyes. God... How could someone look so hot and sexy even when they are furious... But I know only Harry can pull it off in a shrug. I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by his voice... It sounds so damn low, husky and so sexy. "You are a slut, how could you whore so easily around other men. Damn it... " he yelled in frustration. He was breathing so heavily. "Answer me, you fucking whore " he looked in my eyes. "If you think, I'm a whore and slut, why do you still talk to me and why does it bother if you see me with other men... Tell me, why do you keep coming back the... " I shouted on his face, with tears rolling down my cheeks. He stood still... He was beyond furious now. He looked as if he was debating something in his mind. "I... "he crashed his lips against mine, before I could utter anything. And I was so lost in his kiss... But I could hear him whispering against my lips, something like ...MINE. And I realised that I'm FOREVER HIS.