Arranged {Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow x MC}

{Part 2}

Sebastian Sallow - POV

She was yelling at me again. I had done something to piss her off, intentionally, of course. But would you expect anything less from me?

What fun is a relationship if you can't rile the other person up every now and again?

I watched as Ophelia threw her arms around in frustration, her voice fading into the background as she paced back and forth through our kitchen.

She was looking directly at me, telling me off for something I had done; or had forgotten to do.

My eyes fixated on her as I watched in awe. Her skin gleamed in the sun, her long black hair sculpted the curves of her back, and her eyes; although coaxed by anger, were two deep oceans I couldn't help but get lost in. She was so beautiful. She stepped into my space, poking at my chest, dragging my attention back to the moment. I pulled my eyes from her beauty and met her sharp, deep blue gaze.

"You're not even listening to me, are you, Sebastian?" She winced as she leaned closer.

"I'm choosing not to. You frighten me when you're angry." I chuckled, leaning lazily over the kitchen counter, lifting my hands to my face in mock fear as an attempt to make her laugh.

She stepped in further, pressing her body  against mine nearly bringing me to my fucking knees again.

"You need to start listening to me. You're driving me insane. We live together now, and I need my space respected!" She grumbled, both palms pressing against my chest.

"Like a good insane or a bad insane?" I teased, interlocking my fingers with hers as she kept pushing against me. I let my back hit the counter as her weight shifted toward me.

"Like both!" she yelled, but her mouth betrayed her, curving into a smile. She could never stay mad at me for too long.

"Come here, and I'll drive you a little crazier."

"I'm begging you, Sebastian. Please. Just clean up after yourself for once." She smiled, though frustration still lingered in her eyes. I had won her over.

"Maybe you should beg me to shut you up instead, sweetheart," I growled, my hands grazing her waist as I pressed my lips to her cheek. Her skin warmed under my touch.

She rolled her eyes at my comment, crossing her thighs—trying to control what my touch was doing to her.

"Are you forgetting who the dominant one in this relationship is?" I murmured against her ear.

"Who? Me?" she teased, her delicate cheeks flushing cherry red.

"No. Me." My voice dropped an octave, my lips curling into a devilish smirk.

Before she could react, I flipped her around, her midriff colliding gently with the counter. My lips hovered near her ear, my warm breath ghosting down her neck.

"You push me to this," I murmured, inhaling her scent. She was my prey. I loved her, but I couldn't help but feel that darkness creeping in, especially during moments like this.

I dreamed of doing so many bad things to her.

"I've got you right where I want you now." I moaned as my hard cock brushed against the perfect curve of her ass.

Her hands were splayed flat on the counter as I ground against her, my mouth trailing soft sucks and kisses down her neck.

She drove me crazy.

But just as I was getting completely lost in her, the doorbell rang, shattering the moment.

"You're mine. And I won't ever let you forget it," I whispered before reluctantly letting go of her hips. She turned to look at me, her face dusted in a pretty blush, before making her way toward the door.