*The song for this chapter is Landon Tewers - Consensual.*

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*TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains violence, drug use and extreme sexual kinks. If any of these themes trigger you then please don't read & stay safe!*

Celeste

The dingy and dimly lit red club was absolutely heaving with people that night. Lana and I had arrived at the club to be greeted with the usual bustling line of people desperate to get inside the packed club. We did our usual name drop to the security on the door and entered in through the raised red rope. I had the molly stuffed into my cleavage, along with my phone and credit card, so the bouncers wouldn't clock onto what we had planned. I had on a tight fitting purple leather dress with a pair of knee high matching purple heeled boots, a black leather choker around my neck instead of my usual silver necklace with my initials on it. The leather dress hugged every curve of my body deliciously, stopping just above my mid thigh to hid the garter that hid my knife.

I was a fucking sight.

Lana was an absolute dream, as usual. She had a mesh top on over a black lacy bra with a pair of ripped skinny jeans with a pair of fishnets on underneath. Her black heeled boots hit off the flooring as we walked into the club, adding to the alternative look she was portraying perfectly.

Walking to the bar of the club, Lana kept a tight grip on my arm to keep herself close to me and avoid us being split up in the crowd of bustling, sweaty people. The usual tatted bar man that served us the last time we were there made his way over to us as he finished cleaning the glass in his hand before putting it under the bar.

"What can I get you?" He asked, leaning over the bar slightly so he could hear my response better.

"Two tequila shots, two vodka shots and two double vodkas and lemonades. Hold the ice and no putting my drinks on someones tab" I replied in his ear, reaching down to my tits to pull out my credit card before handing it to him with a fake smile on my face.

A slow smirk spread across his face as he swiped the card out of my hand, twirling it around in his fingers as he replied, "You got it, ma'am."

I turned around on my heels with my back against the bar as Lana stood in front of me, keeping her gaze fixed on mine as she reached her fingers down my cleavage and plucked out the molly. She bit her lip as she slid it into her back pocket before saying, "I'll keep it there for our bathroom break, baby."

I smirked as I grabbed her hips and spun her around so her front was pressed against the bar and her back was pressed against me. I leaned down and drawled out slowly in her ear, "Don't you be trying to seduce me when your molly kicks in, baby. You know how that goes for you."

She let out a giggle as the bar man returned with our drinks on a tray and a suggestive look on his features. I draped my arms over Lana's shoulders to pull the tray towards us and plucking my credit card out the bar mans fingers.

"Enjoy your night ladies," he said, shooting a wink in our direction before turning away to go serve other customers.

"Should we be drinking this much if we're doing molly?" Lana asked apprehensively, turning her head around slightly to look at me.

I grabbed my two shots off the tray as I replied, "We'll do the shots and keep the drinks to sip on during the night. If we need water we can just get it. You'll be fine, baby. I promise."

She nodded at my response, picking up her two shots and clinking them with mine as we threw them down our throats. I almost moaned at the burning feeling, placing the two shot glasses back on the bar when I was done. Lana's face grimaced at the feeling, shaking her head from side to side to try and shake it off.

She was so fucking cute.

I smiled at her, grabbing my drink in one hand and holding Lana's hand tightly in the other. She grabbed her drink off the bar quickly before I began to lead her towards the bathroom at the far end of the club. I pushed our way through the masses of dancing people on the dance floor, keeping a tight grip on Lana's hand so I didn't lose her. The red lighting of the club was making it increasingly difficult for me to be able to navigate our way through the crowd as the shots were making my eyesight slightly hazy. When we eventually made our way to the bathroom, I stepped into one of the bathroom stalls and sat on the toilet seat as Lana locked the stall behind us, leaning against it.

"Pass me the molly," I said, placing my drink between my thighs as I held out my hand.

Lana reached her hand into her back pocket and slipped out the little bag containing the molly. Passing it over to me she picked up the drink from between my thighs and held it in her spare hand as she sat down on my lap. She placed her drink on the floor as she watched me pull out the two molly pills from the bag.

"Open wide, baby," I said as she obliged, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for me to place the molly there. She never broke eye contact with me as I took the drink from her hand and placed the straw between her lips so she could swallow the pill down.

I smiled at her as we repeated the process for me; Lana placing the molly on my tongue as I swallowed the pill down. I tapped her ass lightly as she stood up causing her to giggle as we collected our own drinks and I placed the molly in her back pocket again.

"Let's go get fucked up, baby."

She smiled her dazzling smile as we exited the bathroom stall and made our way back onto the bustling dance floor of intoxicated bodies. The heavy bass ran through the room as we slotted ourselves directly in the middle of the dance floor. I kept Lana close to my body as we began to dance to the beat of the music, Lana's arms draped around my neck as we moved our hips. My hands stayed securely on Lana's hips as we moved; our heads almost touching as we moved in synchronisation with each other. Lana's eyes were glazed over as her intoxication began to take over her, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back slightly. She was completely lost in the moment and she looked absolutely breathtaking. A small smile took over my lips as I felt myself begin to slip into a hazy state. I began to move my body messily to the music that was ringing through my ears; the different sounds ricocheting off the walls and proceeding to appeal to one of my five senses. I could feel the molly taking over my body, my body beginning to bubble up with adrenaline and a feeling that I can only describe as euphoric. My come up was hitting me hard and I loved the feeling.

Free.

Lana and I were completely immersed in our high, our bodies staying close together as tiny drops of sweat began to line our foreheads. I pulled her closer to my body as I draped my own arms over her shoulders, keeping her close as we moved our hips against each other. I tilted my head back, completely lost in the moment before I felt Lana stumble back from me.

"What the fuck! Get off me!" I heard her yell, causing me to instantly snap my head towards her to see what was going on.

Lana was facing a random man and shoving his chest, her tiny frame not even a slight match for his muscular body. I felt my blood boil as I grabbed her and shoved her behind me, keeping my hand on her leg to ensure she stayed there. My dilated pupils bored into this mans as I ran my hand over the front of my dress to feel for my knife.

"You think you can just go around touching random women? Is that right?" I seethed, feeling Lana's hand reach for mine in an attempt to try and calm my already lit fuse.

"Lookin' like that? What else would I do?"

I cocked my head at his reply, the adrenaline from the molly racing through my veins as I let out a dry chuckle. I began to make my descent towards the man, the knife in my garter burning against my thigh in desperate need to be used.

"Men like you make me really fucking love my upbringing," I drawled out as I stopped dead in front of him, tilting my head up slightly so he could see the sadistic smirk plastered on my face.

The bastard didn't even get a chance to process my words before I pulled the knife out from under my dress and proceeded to drive it into his thigh in one swift motion. I heard Lana yell for me to stop but I saw red in that moment. I twisted the knife into his thigh as he screamed out in pain, causing people on the dance floor to stop dancing and see what was happening. I went to draw the knife out to stab him again when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and pick me up. I thrashed around in the person's arms, kicking them to drop me. When I realised the arms were carrying me away from the situation, my mind instantly moved to Lana on her own on the dance floor and the fact I was probably getting removed by security.

"Lana!" I yelled out, continuing to thrash around in the strangers arms as I tried to get my eyes to focus so I could locate where Lana was.

I saw her being escorted to the bar by the bar man who had been serving her earlier, his arms around her as he took her behind the bar. I didn't trust anyone to protect Lana other than me, so the thought of her being in someone else's care made my stomach churn.

"André is going to drive your friend home. She'll get home safe. You, however, I can't say the same for."

I turned my head at the familiar voice that rang through my ears, stopping my thrashing and protesting as my eyes focused on the mans face.

"Harry?"

He glared down at me, continuing to carry me somewhere with his face as hard as stone. His jaw was tensed as he chewed on the inside of his cheek before replying, "Not a single fucking word, Celeste."

I furrowed my eyebrows and returned his glare, elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to get him to drop me on the floor so I could be free of his grasp. Instead of my desired outcome, he tightened his grip on me more, proceeding to carry me up a flight of stairs to a red dimly lit hallway.

"Put me down," I ordered in a serious tone, my eyes beginning to haze over even more as the molly coursed through my veins making me feel light-headed.

"You're high. You're demented. Not a fucking chance."

"And what's it to you?" I shot back, noticing that he entered a lounge room with some furniture inside.

The room also had red lighting, which seemed to be a consistent theme for this club. He took long strides over to the couch and threw me on there so I was out of his grasp. My body hit the couch in a flimsy manner, my head hitting off the back off the couch slightly but I was too out of it to make an audible protest. The knife that was once in my hand hit the floor with a clatter, causing me to attempt to get up to retrieve it. Harry stood in front of me and pushed me back down, picking up the knife and placing it in his back pocket.

"You're not going anywhere until you sort your fucking shit out, Celeste. Understood?" He ordered in a stern tone, his eyes never leaning mine as I tilted my head to look up at him from my position on the couch.

"I don't take orders from anybody. I most certainly do not take fucking orders from you."

His jaw clenched instantly, his eyes raking up and down my body which caused my blood to instantly boil over. In my intoxicated state I found it difficult to even focus my eyes, never mind try and cause him harm. However, I still managed to reach up and strike him hard across the face. His head instantly cocked to the side on the impact, causing him to let out a low chuckle before rubbing the pad of his thumb across his lower lip.

"You're walking on an incredibly fine line, Celeste. Don't fucking push it."

"Stop eye fucking me and maybe I'll consider it," I replied, leaning back on the couch and keeping my hazy gaze on his as best as I could manage.

"Don't act like you don't revel in it," he responded lowly, leaning forward and resting his hands on the back of the couch so he was hovering over me and closing the distance.

I felt my breathing begin to slowly increase, my irises staring at his darkening green ones as I leaned up slightly and placed my hands on his chest. I began to run the palms of my hands down his chest in a suggestive manner as I watched his eyes darken even more at my movements. Once I'd reached the middle of his chest, I narrowed my eyes and proceeded to shove him so he stumbled back.

"You could only fucking dream that I do."

Once the words had left my mouth I observed his jaw tighten and clench as he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, applying pressure as he forced his knees between my legs to push them open. My breathing instantly began to become uneven as he lowered his lips to my ear, brushing them against the skin as he gently squeezed my neck.

"You want me to stop, angel?" He drawled in my ear, his hot breath hitting the skin and causing me to attempt to tighten my legs together but being refused the privilege by his knees in between them.

I couldn't even begin to form words; the intensity of the situation causing the breath to be knocked clean out of me. I let out a slight groan, which only caused Harry to squeeze my neck again. The feeling felt surreal with the molly in my system, my eyes shutting in bliss at the slight pain running through my system.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, baby?"

I opened my eyes so I was hazily looking into Harry's eyes, my breathing becoming increasingly more rapid as I looked at him from under my heavy lashes.

"Give me one reason why I should continue," I breathed out.

A slow sinister smirk spread across his lips as he pressed his knee into my already heated core, chuckling as he kept his gaze fixated on mine. He pushed my neck further back into the couch, causing me to exhale instantly as I bit my lip to prevent any noise leaving my lips.

"Even God's favourite angel was a sinner, baby."

As soon as the words left his lips he picked me up and connected our lips in a deep and messy kiss, my legs wrapping around his waist as I ran my fingers through his locks. I felt my back connect with the coldness of the wall, Harry pushing his hips up against mine as I deepened the kiss, my fingers tugging harshly at the strands of his hair which earned me the luxury of hearing a low groan leave his throat. I moaned against his lips at the noise, my hands moving from his hair to the buttons of his shirt that I began to desperately unbutton. My fingers fumbled as I tried to focus on multi-tasking, which was futile on my behalf. Sensing my intoxicated struggle, Harry removed one hand from the underneath of my ass and disconnected our lips as he ripped the shirt off his body. He quickly proceeded to litter messy, scattered kisses along my neck and down my chest, ensuring to suck and bite at the skin to leave his mark on me. I couldn't stop the moans that left my lips, my hands running down his chest as I bathed in the euphoric feeling that was running through my body.

He edged his way back up to my ear, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging it gently. I let out a breathy moan as I moved my fingers back to his hair to have something to tug and hold onto.

"You're going to regret this, angel."

The words ran through my head as I tugged his locks harshly, causing him to dip his head back and lock gazes with me. I trailed tormenting kisses along his jawline as I rocked my hips into his at a devastatingly slow pace, causing his eyes to roll back in bliss and low groans to leave his swollen lips.

"Not as much as you are."

The words seemed to snap him back to reality, causing a dark look to spread across his features as he dropped me on my feet and turned my around so my front and cheek was pressed against the wall. He lifted up my dress and hooked his fingers between my lace of my underwear, ripping them off my body so they fell in a ripped mess at my feet. Normally I would have protested and gave him hell for it but in this dimly red room I couldn't help but want to tempt the devil further.

I heard the buckle of his belt come undone, my teeth connecting with my lower lip as I couldn't help but revel in the sound that I was so desperate to hear. Harry reached forward and grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them behind my back firmly with his own grip. I felt the cold metal of the belt wrap around my wrists to secure them behind me, restricting me from having any use of my hands.

"Look at you. Such a good girl."

I couldn't even protest at the submissive use of language he used, my senses were too overwhelmed by feeling of pleasure. I felt his hand connect with the bare skin of my ass, causing a sharp pain to seep through my body as I moaned out against the wall. He repeated the motion on the opposite ass cheek, most likely leaving an imprint of his hand across the skin. I moaned in anticipation, needing something else to increase my pleasure. I could feel my core dampen between my legs at the feeling of being completely exposed in such a derogatory manner in front of him.

"Tell me what you want, angel."

The words were taunting; it was like he wanted me to become completely vulnerable to him, to submit to him there and then. I bit my lip as I felt my thighs clench together in desperate need to feel something. The feeling was soon ripped away from me by him jamming his knee between my legs again to keep them open.

"Your words. Use them."

His voice was harsh and like gravel, his hand running across my ass cheeks and massaging them between his fingers. I let out a breathy moan as I attempted to push my ass back against his crotch. I let a sick smirk spread across my face as the following words left my lips.

"I want you to fuck me to the depths of hell."

Them words were all he needed before he pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, rubbing his already incredibly hard cock between my damp folds. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the tension already release in my body. I bit my lip as I felt him position his tip in line with my entrance, expecting a slow and gradual push to allow him access.

I was wrong.

He pushed himself into me fully, causing a loud, strangled moan to escape my lips at the intrusion. An accompanying groan came from Harry as I tightened around his length. He began to thrust harshly into me, my cheek pressing harder against the cold wall as my body rocked with his.

"Fuck, angel. You feel so tight."

I couldn't even comprehend the words that he spoke, my whole attention being primarily on the feeling of extreme pleasure coursing through my body. When I'd collected myself, I felt the molly confidence rise to the surface. I began to move my hips in tune with his, clenching my core around his already throbbing cock. His choked moans echoed around the room as he proceeded to slam into me.

"Is that all you got?" I taunted him breathlessly, knowing exactly what buttons of his I was pressing.

He gripped onto my hips tightly with both hands as he began to thrust into me mercilessly, my moans getting gradually louder as I pulled on the restraints that were secured around my wrists.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, angel. Tell me if it's too much," I heard Harry speak lowly in my ear.

Suddenly, I felt the cold blade of my knife being dragged down my ass cheek; the cold metal was a harsh contrast to my heated up body. The feeling of the blade mixed with the feeling of Harry thrusting into me with such force was causing my body to go into sensory overload. I groaned out in complete pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as they struggled to stay open.

"Fuck Harry! Don't stop!"

My exclamation only spurred him on more as he trailed the tip of the knife between my already damp folds. I shuddered at the feeling, strangled and choked exclamations of pleasure leaving my lips as he maintained a harsh tempo of thrusting into me. I could feel my climax bubbling in the pits of my stomach, causing my hands to clench behind my back in the restraints of his belt. Harry must have sensed the tension build in my body as he pressed the flat part of the blade directly against my clit, trailing it up and down at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Cum for me, angel."

The words mixed with the feeling of the blade and his hardened cock caused my body to go into complete overdrive. A few thrusts later and I was releasing directly onto Harry's hardened length. The climax completely took over me; strangled moans and breaths left my lips as my legs weakened beneath me. My core clenched completely around him, causing him to groan as he came directly after me. We rode out our highs together, his hips messily thrusting into mine as I stayed pressed against the wall in a euphoric daze.

A few moments of heavy breathing and exhausted sighs later, I felt Harry lean over my shoulder and press a kiss to my shoulder.

"How does it feel to be a sinner, baby?"