"Marcel I dont-" I was cut off by him slamming my body into the wall. I gasped from the impact and tried to push him away. He didn't budge, he grabbed my wrist and pinned them above my head in a painful lock. "Hm I missed the smell of you" he said and trailed his nose over my exposed neck and chest. I whimpered and tried to pull away again. I didn't want to be weak and give into him. But I could feel that my mind and body wanted him more than anything. I knew I would emotionally regret it later when he starts treating me like crap again. "How many days was I gone princess?" He asked as he leaned down and placed kisses on my breast. I arched my back out of instinct, "th-three we-weeks"I barely got out "How many days!?" He asked again this time tightening his grip on my wrist. "Twenty one days" I hurriedly responded. He stood his full length over me and looked down into my eyes, "I'm going to make you orgasm twenty one times. Do you understand? And you're going to take every single one of them" he said and picked me up and walked from the bathroom. What? Twenty one orgasms? I could barely handle three on a good day. ~~~~~~~ Marcel was once that nerdy quite boy who wore sweater vests with bow ties and his hair slicked back. He was sweet and kind, with a gentle nature, Then things changed and he became cold and harsh toward everyone. But through everything, he was still my Marcel, just not the same. ~~~ This is an interracial Harry Styles fan-fiction, so happy reading people!