The Atrium
“Is this what you want?” Malfoy bit her lip and ripped off her tights and knickers in one rough swoop.
Hermione didn’t respond. She only tore off his Oxford, the button scattering across the kitchen floor.
He slammed her into the counter, her hip meeting the lip of the granite. She cried out into his mouth. His hand immediately snaked around her, soothing the sharp pain.
She didn’t want that. She barely saw him last week due to their conflicting schedules, and when she finally did run into him at the Ministry, she found him talking to Astoria.
His breath was hot and sticky against her neck, as he pulled her infuriating hair to the side.
Everything about her was infuriating.
“You don’t walk away from me.”
“I do what I want, Malfoy,” she sneered. “Like you.”
Malfoy kept trying to kiss her, but she turned her face to avoid his lips … and eyes. She just wanted him to fuck her. No, she wanted to fuck him. She fumbled with his belt and felt him hard underneath his trousers. She licked her palm and stroked the length of him roughly and he hissed, bucking up into her hand.
She hated this feeling. This nagging, crawling hotness that ran up behind her ears and spread across her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Hot tears blurred her vision, but she hid them by biting his shoulder.
He growled, and sheathed himself inside her with one hard thrust. She yelped. It was exquisite pain, the hot pinch, the stretching of her walls. But he didn’t move.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“What! Just fuck—” Hermione flailed her limbs, trying to push back, but his hips kept her pinned to the kitchen counter.
“Tell me,” he said more gently this time.
He cupped her cheeks, lifting her face to look at him. She twisted her head, trying to squirm away. His thumbs traced her quivering bottom lip. Her righteous anger almost overcame her, but her jealousy made her ashamed.
They weren’t doing anything but talking in the Atrium. Malfoy could talk to anyone he wanted … In the very public Atrium where everyone could see … Him and his ex, but not with her. Not his current girlfriend. Were they even—?
He grew harder, more insistent inside her. She clenched almost vindictively, pushing him out.
Malfoy gritted his teeth, “No,” pushing her hips onto his cock and lifting her legs over his elbow, keeping his body tightly wound around hers. He held her neck to face him as he continued shallow thrusts into her and pressed his warm palm on her lower belly.
Before Hermione could stop herself, she let out a low, reverberating moan.
In between breaths, Malfoy said, “Look.”
He rested his forehead on hers. Her eyes fluttered open at his directive, her brows furrowing as she watched him slide in and out of her, her cream glistening around the head of his cock. “Look at how well we fit together. How I fill you. Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll let you come around my cock.”