remember guys! the chapter titles that have a fullstop next to it has smut (:

Another reminder, when 'he' or 'him' is mentioned in italics; Adriana is referring to someone from her past and not Harry!

also! there's some spanish and french in this chapter so please correct me if it's wrong and don't be a dick about it (;

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✧ A lover on the left

A sinner on the right ✧

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  Harry couldn't handle the anticipation rising up inside of him as he kissed Adriana hungrily, slipping his ring-clad fingers into her long, brunette locks. She could tell how much he wanted her just by the taste of his lips and tongue on hers, pulling away to gaze at him with a smirk. Her dark eyes glinted as she pressed her hand against his chest to increase the space between them, making him frown a little as he was forced to sit down on the edge of the bed as she stood in front of him. She kicked her shoes off slowly, keeping her dark irises locked with his as her hands came up to play with the tie of her trench coat.

His hands gripped the edge of the bed as he watched her with his tongue slowly gliding over his lower lip, wetting it as she untied her trench coat at a leisurely pace. Her delicate hands moved to clasp the opening of it, pulling the material apart to reveal her exposed body clad in only a black lace bra and panties. Adriana didn't really buy anything from Victoria's Secret that afternoon; she simply decided to wear something she already had.

Harry's swollen, red lips parted slightly at the ravishing sight of her while she gazed back at him with her lips curled into a smirk. His eyes travelled down her body, studying the detailed lace bra that clung to the thick swells of her breasts, down to her toned stomach and her crotch that was covered in matching panties. His eyes widened a tad bit when he noticed she had suspenders that were attached to the panties, clipped to the black sheer stockings that she was wearing. He remembered Niall telling him about these things that some women liked to wear: garter belts.

"How do I look?" she asked him in a low, sultry tone, watching him close and part his lips a couple of times before properly speaking.

"Unbelievably stunning," he murmured in awe, looking at her with a genuine look in his eyes that made her smile.

She stepped forwards, swaying her hips a little as she did so, before climbing onto his lap and straddling him. Her hands rose to caress his cheeks, stroking his cheekbone as he gazed up at her in slight awe and lust. A sudden urge to be the dominant one struck Harry as Adriana lightly rolled her hips, her clothed core brushing his crotch. His hands suddenly gripped her hips, pulling her further into him as he attached his lips to the skin of her neck. Her jaw slackened and eyes widened a little in surprise when she felt pleasure wash over her when he nipped at her skin and rolled his tongue against it hotly, soothing the dull ache that was created.

She felt his hot breath fan against the damp skin where he left wet kisses on, feeling herself grow wetter by the second as he sucked on the skin. Her hips moved on its own accord, grinding against him slowly as he moved his lips against her neck. A tiny, surprised whimper escaped her lips when he nipped harshly at the skin underneath her ear. He smirked a little against the mark he made, tongue slipping out to soothe the ache before he pulled back to admire it.

Her eyes locked with his as her hand left his shoulder where it was gripping it tightly, running her fingers over the mark and wincing a little. She noticed his smug smile, chuckling inwardly at how proud he seemed for creating a hickey. Probably because he was trying to a little dominating tonight, and that made her smirk a little. She decided to challenge him, suddenly shoving a hand against his chest and pushing him back against the mattress, The action caught him completely off-guard as his back hit the soft sheets, arms falling by his sides as she climbed onto him and sat down on his crotch.

He released a heavy breath, watching her press the palm of her hand to his tense stomach, lifting her hips slightly and rolling them thoroughly. Her covered pussy grinding hard against the evident bulge in his pants, his and her eyes both fluttering shut at the pleasuring feeling received from her actions. After a half a minute or so doing those movements, Adriana trailed her hand down to his crotch from his stomach, pressing the part of her palm just under the heel of it and rolling it hard. Harry let out a small, throaty groan at the feeling, hips twitching and threatening to buck into her hand.

She then quickly undid his belt, button and zip, pulling his hard, throbbing cock out and began stroking him. Her sudden actions left Harry breathless, feeling his cheeks flush as his body was overwhelmed with heat and pleasure by the way she was tugging and stroking at his cock in smooth, quick movements. She leaned in, body hovering over his as she continued to jerk him off, but her face was close enough to his for him to kiss her. He gripped her face firmly, upper body rising off the mattress a little in desperation as he kissed her hard, unable to keep up due to his erratic breathing.

"Do you like it when I do that?" she whispered breathlessly against his wet lips, dragging her thumb over the slit in his head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that was leaking out of it. "Use your words, Harry."

"Y-Yes," he stuttered when she repeated the action, then moving down his cock. He exhaled heavily at the feeling of her hot, smooth palm against the velvety, soft skin of his cock, relieving it by every stroke. "Fuck, you're so good at that."

"Am I?" she smirked lightly at his words, locking her eyes with his and in that moment, he noticed her pupils were dilated, in an unnatural way.

It was forgotten soon enough when she rose above him, still straddling his waist as she looked down on him with her fingers around his cock. He gazed at her in awe, dark eyes glinting mischievously, pretty pink lips swollen and wet, curled into a smirk with her chocolate hair in messy waves behind her shoulders. He studied the way she was in front of him, straddling his waist clad in revealing lingerie and a garter belt with her hands full of his throbbing cock. It was sight that made his stomach clench, a sight that he never thought he would experience.

"I'm close," he muttered with a groan, feeling her other hand palm his balls lightly. "But I want to cum inside of you," he told her firmly, watching her smirk grow as she slowed down her movements. "And keep that on. All of it," he said, referring to her lingerie and garter belt.

"I want to fuck you with it on."

"Someone's confident tonight," Adriana remarked with a smirk, arching her brows in surprise.

Kneeling on the bed, she lifted her hips up and tugged her panties to the side. Harry locked gazes with her, teeth tugging at his lower lip before releasing it to let out a soft moan when she sunk down on him, feeling her warmth and wetness engulf his cock. Her fingers clutched his baby blue shirt that he still had on, swiveling her hips while spreading her legs further apart, feeling his thick length force her slick walls apart. He didn't know what exactly it was, but he found something so sexy about the way she had her panties held to the side while she rode him.

"You're so warm and wet," he groaned heavily, feeling his body grow hot under the clothes he had on. "Adriana."

"Harry," she moaned back breathlessly, tossing her hair back and moving her hips fluidly.

Harry's large warm hands smoothened up her thighs, gripping her waist and aiding her in her movements as she rode him. His eyes drifted down to where they were connected, licking his lips at the way her arousal clung to his cock and made it glisten in the dim lighting. Adriana pulled her thong further over her ass in order to keep it from popping back into place, then pressing her palms against the mattress to hold her up while she tucked the tops of her feet over Harry's firm thighs. His swollen pink lips parted and let out a shaky breath while his eyes fluttered close when she began slamming down onto him, ass smacking his thighs nosily.

Adriana squeezed her eyes shut and sunk her teeth into her lower lip, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving. Her hips twitched and her arms weakened whenever his tip would hit her sweet spot, as well as when she'd sink down on him so low, his pubes touched her clit. She brought her hands up and ripped his shirt apart, making the buttons pop out of place as she tried not to regret what she did. After all, he could always buy another one. Harry found her rough, sudden actions hot, lower lip hanging in slight awe as she ran her palms down his stomach, pressing against it and holding her self up as she slammed down onto him with a heavy moan.

"Adriana, I'm close, darling," he panted heavily, rolling his head to the side as his cheeks flushed.

"Me too," she murmured with a soft groan, sitting down and rolling her hips, circling them around his cock.

Adriana decided to quickly change her positioning again, bringing her legs up and pressing the soles of her feet by his stomach on either side of his body. She placed her hands back between his legs and lifted herself up, torso stretching back as Harry was given a perfect view of his còck slipping into her soaking pussy. Harry was stunned as his eyes stuck to the place where they were joined, watching her move her hips again, his glistening cock slipping into her pùssy as he lowered her hips.

"Oh fuck," he cursed, feeling the sight turn him on even more while his ring-clad fingers clutched the sheets tightly.

"Harry, baby," she moaned loudly all of a sudden, hitting her high.

The pressure that had been building up in the pit of her stomach suddenly exploded, making Adriana gasp and scrunch her eyes up while throwing her head back. Her body twitched as she sunk down on his length. When she pulled up again, Harry watched with his lower lip hanging, her clear release drip down his throbbing cock. The sight made him call out her name, causing her to quickly react and lift her hips up, making his còck fall out. In a split second, she was over him again, straddling his waist and jacking him off.

"Cum for me, Harry," she spoke lowly, fisting his wet length and twisting her wrist sharply.

It was all too much for Harry, the pleasure. He found his vision blurring as Adriana gazed at him with a dark, sultry look in her eye, biting her lip and palming her breast with her other fingers wrapped around him. His jaw slackened as he let out a heavy moan of her name, heat coursing through his vein as he finally let go and released. Adjusting her wrist, she tugged at his length and helped him through his high. Ropes of his cock shot out, decorating his tattooed torso in long streaks as Harry scrunched his face up, bottom lip caught between his teeth, one hand gripping her thigh while the other fisted the sheets.

One last string of his release spurted out, landing on his chest, body slumping against the sheets as a heavy sigh left his lips. He took a few moments to breathe and come down from his high, before he felt Adriana touch his chest. When he opened his eyes, he found her swiping her finger against the skin of his stomach, collecting some of his release on her finger and slipping it into her mouth. Harry watched her with a slackened jaw, closing his gaping mouth and swallowing thickly when her lips wrapped around her finger and cheeks hollowed. When she popped her finger out of her mouth, a light grin danced on her lips, dark eyes glinting mischievously as she parted her lips to speak.

"That was fun. Let's go again."

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A heavy sigh left their lips as they both flopped against the bed, naked and glowing from the sweat, after their third go. Harry was amazed by the stamina he had to cum at least three times, he was even more amazed by Adriana's ability to keep going and pleasing him. It was as if she was so oddly full of energy that needed to be released many times.

His gaze flicked to his right, studying the naked woman that lay next to him. She was glowing, an after-sex thing, he thought to himself. Her messy chocolate hair was fanned against the pillow, her fingers running through it as she let out a heavy breath. Harry found himself exploring what he liked to do sexually tonight, appreciating that Adriana didn't judge him whatsoever and encouraged him to do be as freaky as he wanted to. In his previous relationships, he always found himself wanting to explore the different sides of sex, instead of sticking to the very innocent, vanilla, love-making type of sex. But his partner would often judge him, making him immediately feel bad and shameful.

Harry's thoughts disappeared when he noticed Adriana's eyes drooping a bit, shallow breaths leaving her parted lips as her chest rose and fell sharply. He frowned tightly feeling his heart fill up with worry as he shuffled closer to her and touched her shoulder, speaking to her in a concerned tone.

"Adriana? Darling, are you okay?" he questioned with a worried expression. His sudden speaking after that moment of silence startled Adriana a bit, making her eyes snap open, comprehending what he said and panicking a bit.

"What? Oh I'm fine, Harry," she quickly said, turning to shoot him an assuring smile. "I'm just tired," she chuckled a little, making his frown disappear.

"Me too," he said with a laugh that almost sounded like a giggle. He's so fucking precious, she thought to herself. "I've never had that much sex in one night, ever. Even in a day. It always happened rarely."

"Really?" she laughed softly as he turned to lay on his side. She copied his actions as he nodded shyly. "But you were so wild tonight."

"Yeah but," he shrugged lightly with flushed cheeks. "In my previous relationships, I've always been forced to date girls my parents approve of, and they're all daughters of my parents' friends, whom are all conservatives and really I dunno, close-minded in a way."

"They made me feel bad for wanting more sex," he said lowly, making Adriana frown. "I guess 'cause some of them were quite religious, they never wanted to have more sex because it made them feel like they were sinning. So, I never wanted to force them obviously, but if I ever try to go out of my comfort zone, they'd make me feel awkward and dirty in a bad way for doing so," he rambled a bit, while Adriana listened attentively.

"Are you religious?" she asked quietly, making him shake his head. "Harry, don't ever feel bad for wanting more sex. It's completely normal."

"Yeah but it's not only that, it's also because I'm always curious and want to explore more, but..." he trailed off, chewing his lip while she frowned deeply. "I dunno. I dated those girls when I was younger and their views on sex kinda influenced me so whenever I want more sex I feel guilty or just bad for wanting it.

"Look at me," she murmured softly, causing him to lift his gaze up. "Sex shouldn't be something you feel guilty for wanting. Whatever those girls said to you shouldn't influence your want to embrace your sexuality."

She paused for a second, pondering on whether or not to speak her next words. She went ahead anyways, thinking that she needed to hear this.

"If we keep hooking up like this, just know that I want you to be as comfortable as possible when you're with me. I don't ever want you feeling guilty for wanting more sex, not when you're doing it with me. Also, feel free to suggest trying out new things," she said the last few words with a quirky smirk, making him grin shyly. "I'm always up for it and I can even teach you a few things if you want."

"That sounds real good," Harry said with an uncontrollable grin, really appreciating the fact that Adriana understood him and encouraged him.

"What is sex to you?" she asked him all of a sudden, catching him off guard.

His brows arched up in slight surprise. He pondered for a bit before answering.

"Art," he answered lowly, making her nod, urging him to explain further. "Like, self-expression, and the fact that it can be whatever you want it to be, emotional, empowering, liberating; just like how everyone has the freedom to interpret art however they want to. To me personally, I find it empowering, and-and it makes me feel really good, like its pure nirvana."

"That's beautiful, Harry," she couldn't help but murmur with a smile, wishing that she had those ideas of sex engraved into her head but instead much more negatives ones tainted her after what he did.

"What about you?" he asked with a slight grin, as she pulled the covers up to her chest.

"What about me?" she frowned.

"What is sex to you?" he questioned with interest, making Adriana panic inwardly as she had flashbacks of her horrific teenage years when sex was used as a tool for violence and abuse.

"I used to think it was beautiful and thrilling when I was young," she said quietly, averting her gaze to his hands, silently referring to before she lost her virginity. "But after doing it with countless men, it just got tiring and I became numb to it. It just wasn't as exciting anymore."

  She was partially telling the truth. Sex was boring now after the numerous times she had hooked up and slept around, especially when it was for money purposes. But her numb feelings towards sex originated from a much traumatic experience that occurred when she was 18. When he always used her and abused her to an extent where she found the intimate activity, just sex and nothing more than that. It had happened to her on numerous occasions and to a point where she was numb to it and the trauma didn't affect her. This was why her views on sex were distorted and not as beautiful as Harry's were.

"Oh," he said sadly, wondering if she still felt that way with him. His question was answered when muttered something under her breath.

"That was before I met you, Harry," she told him softly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You've made sex exciting and euphoric for me, something I haven't experienced in quite a while." More like never, she thought to herself.

"I'm glad," he simply said with a cute smile. "Sex with you is fucking amazing though, not gonna lie."

"Wow, I feel honored," she said playfully, placing a hand over her heart in an exaggerated manner, making him burst out into soft laughter. "You're not bad either," she said with a shrug, making him scoff.

"Right. Says the one who came four times in one night," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, making her chuckle a little. He smiled, liking the sound of her laughter.

"Touché," she said in response, her French accent automatically breaking through making Harry widen his eyes at how nice it sounded. Even though he only heard one word.

"Can you speak French?" he asked in wonderment, making her chuckle.

"Of course, I'm half French after all," she said with a chuckle.

"Say something in French!" he exclaimed with a grin.

"What would you like me to say?" she arched a brow at him, making him pout his lips and frown, pondering a bit.

"Adriana is the prettiest piece of art I have ever seen," Harry said with a shy grin, his tiny dimple popping out as Adriana felt her heart warm up a little.

"Adriana est la plus jolie oeuvre d'art que j'aie jamais vue," she said to him, watching his eyes widen as a grin spread on his lips.

"That sounds so beautiful, oh my god," he breathed, making her laugh. "Say something again!"

"Harry est un bébé mignon piégé dans le corps d'un dieu sexuel," she said, smirking to hide her silly grin as she spoke. Harry is a cute baby trapped inside the body of a sex god.

"What does that mean?" he asked with a grin, making her chuckle and shake her head.

"Now where'd the fun be in telling you the meaning?" she questioned playfully, making him frown.

"But I wanna know what it means," he huffed, jutting his pink lips out in a pout. Adriana couldn't help but lean into him and peck his cheek when he rolled onto his back stubbornly. His frown disappeared when she kissed his cheek, making him want to kiss hers.

"I said, Harry is a cute baby trapped inside the body of a sex god," she told him, making him widen his eyes before frowning.

"Hey! I'm not a baby! I'm a man!" he exclaimed with lowered brows.

"Right," she said with a snort, only teasing him as he curled his arms around her naked waist and held him to her, loving the feeling of her soft warm skin against his.

"You must speak Spanish as well, right? Since you said you're from Mexico too," he spoke up in excitement, his question making her nod in response. "Can you say-"

"Haces que quiera besarte la cara y mamarte el pene," she said with a smirk, watching him frown hard, his dark brows pulling over his eyes. You make me want to kiss your face and suck your dick.

"I know pene means dick, Adriana," he said slowly, making her bite her lip to conceal her grin. "What did you say about my dick?" he asked suspiciously.

"I said I wanted to suck it," she murmured lowly, trailing a finger down his chest.

"Right now?" he questioned with wide eyes, making her chuckle and shake her head.

"No, babe, I'm way too exhausted right now," she told him, making him nod in response.

"We should sleep then," he suggested, ducking down to kiss her because he felt that her lips were just irresistible.

Her hands cupped his cheeks delicately, lips puckering to mold them gentle over his. Her lower lip was caught between his ones, like two puzzle pieces fitting together while he pressed his naked chest against hers. The kiss was slow, innocent and lingered for a few seconds before they pulled away for a breath of air. They were both in shock, eyes wide and alert as they gazed at each other, unable to believe the emotions that they had experienced from that kiss.

  Harry was slightly stunned because he felt actual emotions stirring up deep inside of him while kissing her. He had become so easily infatuated and enthralled by this woman, he was already falling for her, and it had only been two weeks. He knew this was happening and after this kiss he made the decision to get to know her even more, because he wanted her. If only he knew that she wasn't perfect and what he saw was just an illusion, where underneath it was a broken soul with a drug addiction and a painful past.

Adriana was shocked because she felt her stomach coil and heart pound faster, as if it was her first kiss and it was every cliché thing said about first kisses. She felt something stir deep down inside of her, and she didn't like it. She was falling in too deep and she knew that had consequences. But she couldn't help it. For the first time in her life she wanted to be selfish and dive right into whatever they were going through together. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her.

  There was something different about him and she just knew that she couldn't let him go.

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∘ sooooo what do you guys think HE did to Adriana? Even tho it's kinda obvious.

∘ Who do you think he is? ∘

∘ are you guys enjoying this book? i just feel like it's a bit boring because the comments seem ded af lmao. maybe there isn't fun stuff to comment on???

but if so, don't worry 'cause things will get interesting soon enough, just trying to take my time to build it all up and not rush into it otherwise it will become predictable and messy and that's the LAST thing I want.

Until we meet again...

thiora♡