sorry not sorry for the continuous smutty chapters. they're stressed and need to relieve themselves by having sex cuz why TF not. skip if you don't like smut.

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[WARNING: HEAVYYYY SEXUAL CONTENT👅]

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Harry was seething quietly beside me. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything that would agitate him more about the situation. I settled for allowing my hand to touch his shoulder, which only made him tense up before he was brought out of his thoughts. He started the car, and began to pull out of the empty parking lot. No words were exchanged between us on the way back to The Organization. I tried not to take it personally, knowing that he was simply overwhelmed with everything that has been happening with Omega lately.

I thought back to the last few days where he seemed like he was at ease while we were together. I suppose during that time we spent, we almost forgot about the whole Omega problem since Valkyrie were taking care of it. Sadly we had to return to it and deal with it, and hopefully it will be dealt with in a way where nobody would get seriously injured, or worse: killed.

After arriving at The Organization, we called for a meeting straightaway to discuss the new information we had learnt. Harry had sat back and let me do the explaining, pondering quietly with his hands folded over his chest, fingers tugging his lip ring. At the end we had come to the conclusion of beginning to investigate whom this spy was. We knew it would be extremely hard to look for the spies as The Organization had huge numbers occupying the facilities: it could be anyone.

At the same time, we were going to look for the bombs. If by Tuesday we don't find the spies, we focus on just locating the bombs as well as staying on guard, as Omega will be arriving to abduct Sami and I. During Tuesday we would start evacuating people, but leave a few to aid us in taking down Viola and her assassin team when they come to abduct Sami and I. This was because if we showed started evacuating people any earlier, we wouldn't be able to catch the spies and they would probably report to Viola about what we were doing.

If we aren't able to locate all the bombs two or three hours before the time of the explosion, we evacuate everyone. Nobody should be in the building during that time.

The plan was messy, and disorganized. Nothing was certain and it bothered me immensely, but it was what we had to work with. Our base will be in ashes by the end of Tuesday and we'll have to relocate. Zia had already warned the branch in England about what was going to happen, and told them to follow the same plan we had, unless they had something better.

"That's the plan," Vlad concluded, his gruff voice considerably lower this time while everyone remained quiet.

"My father worked years on building this place, now it's all going to ashes and we can't even do anything about it," Zia muttered solemnly.

"That is unless we find the bombs, you all seem to be forgetting that if we find the bombs we wouldn't have to go through with finding a new base right?" Sami remarked sarcastically.

"Sami's right. We need to get the blueprints of the warehouse and apartment building out and start searching out every single corner of these places. Other than the spies, the bombs are our main priorities; we should focus on the bombs more," Damien spoke up in a firm tone.

"We start tomorrow at seven o' clock. This whole thing has to be kept a secret, I don't want anyone finding out about this and freaking out, understood?" Zia questioned loudly in a strict voice, making as all nod and murmur in response. "If the people found out, they'd demand to leave immediately and then the spies would report that to Viola. Everything would change."

"True," Vicky muttered in agreement. "Everything's gonna be alright, guys," she spoke up, attempting to reassure every single person in this room but it wasn't working. "We have to stay positive!"

"Not right now Vicky," Harry snapped all of a sudden, his tone incredibly harsh and venomous, making me frown at his behavior when he sunk back into his chair with a scowl etched upon his face.

"So much for being optimistic," Sami muttered sarcastically, before he stood up. "Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to bed and frankly the tension in this room is way too thick, I'm choking!" With that said, Sami exited quickly, before others followed him.

I shot Vicky an apologetic look as she took exited the room, glancing at Harry who had his gaze fixated on the table; his brows sloped downwards over his eyes. She smiled softly back at me, as if what Harry did was okay. Once everyone had left, I stood up from my chair, stretching my arms over my head with a yawn before grasping Harry's shoulder gently.

"C'mon babe, let's go home," I said softly, before pulling away and heading towards the door.

Behind me, Harry followed quietly. A silence full of tension fell over us as we trudged back to the apartment building. Every now and then I took a glance at Harry, studying the way his pink lips were pressed into a thin line, dark eyebrows sloped downwards over his eyes that were filled with a mixture of negative emotions I couldn't decipher properly. The vibes I was getting from him warned me not to push him further about the matter concerning Omega.

As soon as we entered the apartment, Harry went straight to the kitchen. After locking the door, I turned to the right and headed towards the bedroom, wanting to strip down. Stripping down to my underwear, I began tugging a tank top over my head before I heard a loud crash coming from the living room. Without any hesitation, I sprinted out of the bedroom, eyes darting around the living room, but it looked undisturbed, which meant the crash, came from the kitchen.

"Harry?" I called out, entering the kitchen hesitantly.

There he was, gripping that wretched bottle of scotch in his hand, staring at the wall where he had thrown what seemed like a glass against it. It was evident in the brown splatter that stained the wall, along with the shards of glass that littered the floor. My brows slanted downwards as I approached him slowly, hand reaching to gently take the bottle out of his hand. His body jolted, arm retracting from mine, moving the bottle away as he finally snapped his gaze towards me.

"Harry," I said again slowly, hand coming up to touch his cheek as his gaze burned into mine. I was unsure of why he was acting like this, but I was gonna find out soon enough. For now, I just wanted to take him to the bedroom and make him get some rest. "Give me the bottle, baby."

He gazed at me for a second, before leaning into my touch, allowing me to take the bottle out of his hand. With my hand on his cheek, I tugged him forwards to press a light kiss to his lips before pulling away to discard the damn bottle. Once I got rid of it, I cleaned up the shards of glass while Harry leaned against the kitchen island, pondering quietly.

I was caught off-guard when I turned around, a pair of lips immediately crashing onto mine. Without any second thoughts, my arms were thrown around Harry's shoulders, his ones moving to wrap around my waist and lift me up. My ankles interlocked behind his back, lips parting to allow his hot tongue slip into my mouth and roll against mine. The exposed flesh of my ass touched the cool marble of the kitchen island as he set me down on it, standing between my spread legs and kissing me fervently.

Harry wasted no time, hand diving between us to push my panties to the side and brush his fingers against my soaking core. An audible moan escaped my lips at the action, feeling him nudge my face to the side with his nose to trail his lips across my jaw and down my neck. Soft dark ringlets were twisted between my fingers, my hips twitching when he circled my c.lit with his thumb, two fingers slipping into me at the same time.

As much as I wanted to enjoy what we were doing, I couldn't, at least not entirely. My mind was still in a state of confusion as to what was going on with Harry, especially after he tried to drink alcohol, or probably did do so, and is now in the mood for sex. It was confusing, and I wanted to talk it out instead of just using sex as a stress reliever.

My hand moved between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and tugging his hand away slowly from between my legs. His lips immediately detached from my neck, his head rising up to rest his forehead against mine as he breathed heavily against my lips. His gaze burned into mine as an emotionless expression etched onto his face, making it harder for me to decipher his feelings at the moment.

"Harry," I started with a whisper, frowning lightly at him with my hands cupping his cheeks. "Are you o-"

"I need to fuck Scarlett, please," he whispered quietly, his eyes darting to meet mine as he gripped my hips, lips brushing mine. "It's the only thing that can me distract me right now from all of this."

I swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to give it to him. "Promise me you'll talk to me about what's bothering you after this." He pondered for a second, before nodding slowly, leaning forwards to press a firm kiss to my lips.

"I promise."

Those were all the words I needed to hear before I tilted my head to the side and kissed him again. His tongue pushed between my parted lips, colliding with my own tongue heavily. I felt his hands trail down from my hips, hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it aside to reveal my sex again. He dragged two fingers up my wet slit, lips still kissing mine with fervor and lust while he pushed them into me.

A mixture between a moan and gasp escaped my lips as I broke the kiss, dropping my hand to grip the edge of the kitchen island as he fucked me with his fingers. His gaze met mine as he thrusted his fingers, his lower lip clamped between his teeth. My legs tugged him closer, my hand moving down his chest and slipping into his athletic shorts and grasping his semi-hard length.

I pulled him out, feeling that familiar warmth spread inside of me at the sight of his thick c.ock, sitting up against his abdomen. My hand stroked him slowly, matching the rhythm of his fingers thrusting into me. His lips found mine again as we continued our movements, me stroking him while he slid his fingers in and out of me continuously. My tongue pushed deeper into his mouth, our noses bumping in the process causing him to tilt his head to the side.

"Harry," I moaned softly when I pulled away, resting my chin on his shoulder with lips near his ear. "Take me against the wall," I murmured, not wanting to fuck on the place where we have our daily meals.

"As you wish, Angel," he responded immediately, pulling his fingers out and wasting no time in picking me up.

My back met a wall as his lips crashed onto mine, my arms wounding around his broad shoulders for support as he tugged my panties further to the side. I was caught off-guard when he immediately pushing his c.ock into me, forcing my slick walls to stretch to the limit and accommodate him. My head fell back as he fucked me hard, driving his length in and out of me at a quick rough pace.

My fingers fisted the t-shirt that was still on him, gripping the material near his shoulder blades until my knuckles turned white as my body lurched upwards, loud moans close to screams flying out of my swollen lips. I could literally feel all his anger and frustration pouring out of his body and into his rough actions, while he fucked me against the wall harder than ever.

My ass was throbbing from the feeling of his balls hitting it continuously as he slammed his hips into me, pubic bone grinding against mine while harsh grunts left his pink lips. His hands moved from gripping my thighs to squeezing my ass, pulling the flesh apart and moving his c.ock in and out of me at a slower pace now, but still striking all the right places deep inside of me.

I could tell he was becoming slightly frustrated with the position, having to put effort in holding me up against the wall and all that. In a split second, he had pulled out of me, dragging me to the kitchen island again. This time he pushed me against it, spinning me around and bending me over the cool marble as I felt it press against my stomach. Harry tugged my panties down roughly until they were thrown away somewhere in the kitchen.

"Spread that ass for me baby," he instructed, giving me a sharp slap that had me jolting forwards.

I did what he said, spreading my legs as far as they could go before I felt him entering me once again. His hands gripped my hips so tightly I was positive there would be bruises, c.ock slamming into my sex from behind me at a much deeper angle, making my body jolt forwards with every thrust. My eyes watered, the flesh of my ass stinging from the continuous slaps he gave me while thrusting into me again and again.

My stomach was aching from being cut into by the kitchen island, the pain only adding to the pleasure as I heard him instruct me to hold onto the kitchen island. My knuckles turned white as I gripped it firmly, biting my lip as my ears were filled with the sinful noises of his slick c.ock sliding into my wet sex, my ass slamming against his lower stomach as well as my increasingly noisy moans and his rough grunts.

He paused for a moment to lift my leg up and propping it onto the marble, stretching my sex further before he continued fucking me again, pushing both of us closer to our orgasms. My jaw slackened when he wrapped his ring-clad fingers around my long dark locks pulling my head back as his hands freed my body, moving his hips and pushing his c.ock into me.

"Fuck," I cried out loud, feeling the intense pleasure overwhelm me to a point where I was shaking vigorously. "Fuck yes, right there Harry, right there."

"Here?" Harry questioned with a pant, driving his c.ock into me so deep a gasp was emitted from my throat when he struck a new spot inside of me.

"Harry," I whined, screwing my eyes shut when he pulled me away from the kitchen island, pulling my body back against him and wrapping his fingers around my throat.

"Are you gonna cum for me Scarlett? Hmmm?" he demanded, his tone raspy and rough, which aided in pushing me even closer to my orgasm. His c.ock continued moving in and out of me as I moaned deeply in response to his question. "Use your words."

"Yes Harry yes," I nodded frantically, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "You feel so good."

"Mhmm that's it, tell me how my cock feels baby," he whispered into my ear, hand trailing down my clothed stomach and into my panties, which were miraculously still on.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped again, moaning right after when he rubbed my c.lit harshly.

With another circle of his thumb over my clit, I released. A mixture between a moan and a gasp tumbled from my lips as my body jolted in his arms, my orgasm hitting me out of nowhere. His movements continued as I rode out my high, him too releasing right after me with a loud throaty groan, hands gripping my hips tightly as he stumbled, pushing me against the kitchen island for support. The kitchen was silent now except for pants and heavy breaths coming from both of us as we took a moment to come down from our highs.

I felt Harry's breath on my neck, before he buried his face into it, leaving a tiny kiss before trailing his lips up to my cheek. He pressed a tender kiss to my cheek, before wrapping his arms firmly around my torso, c.ock still buried deep inside of me.

"I love you," he whispered, his words immediately bringing a smile to my lips as I turned my head to the side and pecked his lips.

"I love you Harry," I returned, giving his soft sweet lips another kiss, making him chuckle a bit, a bright smile stretching across his face. Looks like sex really does help with stress. "Babe you're still inside of me."

"Oh," Harry mumbled sheepishly, immediately pulling out, causing his cum to drip down from me, much to my displeasure. "Fuck, that looks hot, but we should get cleaned up."

"We should," and with that, we headed to the bathroom, me trying not to leave a trail of cum as Harry continued to chuckle and comment on that.

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"I've never heard you that loud."

Harry's voice brought me out of my thoughts as I wrote in my journal. The hint of amusement in his voice made me roll my eyes lightly, my gaze flicking over my shoulder to gaze at him while he lay in bed, arms folded behind his head. After I had finished my latest entry, I set my journal down on bedside table and crawled under the covers next to him.

"I wasn't that loud," I grumbled, pausing to study his cheeky smile before groaning lightly. "I wasn't!"

"I think Jade and Damien heard," he chuckled, scrunching his nose and eyes up as if the topic about me moaning his name out loud amused him.

"Not like it's the first time," I mumbled lowly, emitting another chuckle from him as he nodded in agreement.

But soon enough his slightly cheery mood turned sour as those dark depressing thoughts that were still unknown to me, entered his mind. His gaze was averted from mine, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as he pondered quietly. My hand moved to cradle his cheek, thumb tugging his bottom lip free for me to lower my head slightly and kiss his soft lips. It was a small kiss of reassurance, telling him silently that I was here for him as I molded my lips gently over his.

"Talk to me," I mumbled against his lips, pulling back slightly to study his expression.

He nodded, but first wanting to hold me closer to him, and I let him. His arms wound around my torso, pulling me against his chest as we lay on our side, my hands resting on his bare chest while our legs were tangled together under the soft white sheets. He sighed heavily, his warm breath hitting my lips.

"I feel paranoid," he started off quietly.

"About what exactly?" I questioned gently, even though I already knew the answer.

"Lots of things actually," he sighed. "It's beginning to really fuck me up." I hummed quietly in agreement, fingers reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. He caught my hand, pulling it around his neck to press a delicate kiss to the ring on my middle knuckle, the action causing my heart to melt.

"I'm paranoid because I'm afraid. Afraid of what Omega will do to this place in the next few days. Afraid that my friends will get hurt, you will get hurt, fuck I'm afraid of a lot of things and I know I shouldn't be but I don't know why I just am-" he began rambling quickly, his panicky eyes darting here and there as an anxious expression etched upon his face.

"Harry, baby, look at me," I shushed him, cupping his cheeks and tugging his face towards mine to press a soft kiss to his lips. "We're all gonna be just fine."

"You can't guarantee that," he whispered sharply, his expression turning hard.

"I know Harry, and I wish I could, but you have to hope for the best and stay positive," I said in response, noticing how angry and frustrated he got when I tried to tell him to stop worrying.

"I can't stay positive Scarlett. After what happened to you, I have descended into this crippling paranoia where I just worry about everything and everyone. Now that you're back, I worry about you more than ever-"

"And it's tearing you apart!" I told him, shutting him up momentarily. "You have to remember Harry that I'm not the old Scarlett who needed your protection most of the time. I'm stronger now; I can protect myself-"

"I know baby, I know you're so much more stronger now and I couldn't be prouder. But I can't help but worry, I love you and I can't lose you again, I-I can't!" he cried softly, his eyes tearing up all of a sudden, making my heart clench as I cooed at him, kissing his cheeks and begging him to not cry.

"We'll stick together, okay? That way we can protect each other," I promised him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead a he whimpered uncharacteristically, nodding slightly.

His arms drew me in closer, pushing me onto my back and laying his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair gently, easing the knots in his chocolate curls as he sniffled, clutching me tight.

"I can't wait until this is all over," I whispered to him in the dark, my cheek pressing against his forehead as he turned his head to bury it into my neck.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked me all of a sudden, lifting his head up from the crevice of my neck as I frowned at him. "When we get out of here, where would you like to go?"

"I'm not sure, somewhere remote, calm, peaceful. A place where we wouldn't be found easily if people come looking for us," I murmured with a tiny smile, images of a future with Harry running through my head. "Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere, as long as I'm with you."

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💀 what do y'all think of that chapter !!!! serious shit is gonna go down in the next few chaptersssss

I'm like 70% sure I'll finish this book by the end of this year and I'm seriously not ready.

I have two new book ideas, just to get some opinions, which ones would you prefer to read first?

💀 Prince Harry

💀 Alcoholic Harry (it's vague I know)

Until we meet again...

t.m.