Arranged {Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow x MC}

{Part 10}

Ominis Gaunt, POV
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Something happens to a man when he sees a woman in a wedding gown. His woman, to be precise.

Especially one as compliant as Ophelia, yesterday.

Yes, she was under the Imperius curse throughout the entirety of the ceremony, however I didn't mind her obedience one bit, in fact I loved it.

The sight of her following my every command had brought a certain type of arousal beneath my belt.
The mixture of guilt and arousal surged through my body as I tried to work my feelings out for her and the situation.
I couldn't figure out if it was because she was under my command and I liked that, or whether because it was simply her.

Since the wedding I had felt softer.

Sweeter even.

And protective, more then ever.

The hold my father had on me had loosened since the wedding, as he expected the period after our wedding to be prime baby-making time, us being a young couple and all, arranged or not.

Along with a blood contract that lingered above our heads, my duty to fulfil. Thrown in was an unbreakable vow into the mix and wow, I was feeling the pressure.

Ophelia sat across from me, as I replayed the events of our wedding day, over the dinner table to her. She sat at the head of the table.

She stabbed at the meal in front of her, eating very elegantly as she nodded her head along with the story.

She was wearing an elegant black dress, that screamed seduction. She had been forced to wear it by my mother, no doubt. Now that she was a Gaunt she would have to follow certain dressing standards. Her loose black curls lingered over her shoulders, bringing my attention to the nape of her neck, the shadows illuminated her just enough for me to make out shapes of her through my unseeing eyes.

I shook my head. I wasn't here to seduce her or love her. I was here to fuck her, put my spawn in her and fight in this great war on the frontlines. That was my duty.

I demanded her respect at the very least, as I held off for as long as I could before an heir would be demanded of me from my father or his associates in our next meeting. I had felt that Ophelia still felt a disconnect, as if listening to  someone else's wedding unfolded before her eyes. The Imperius curse can really drain it out of someone, which I suppose would be the reason for her silence tonight. Or that she's here against her will.

In hopes of getting a rise out of her, I teased her about not noticing Sebastian's presence at the ceremony, her heart skipped a beat, I could almost hear it. I smirked as I sensed that she would lose it with me at any moment.

Sebastian—her lover, the man whose absence haunted her throughout the day, everyday.

She'd hadn't even spared him a glance in the ceremony, she was too lost in the haze of the Imperius curse.

"Nice to see you've given yourself to me willingly." I teased in a stoic voice. Playing with the knife in front of me.
"You hadn't even spared poor Sebastian a glance during the ceremony." I looked up from the table in her direction, curious as to what sort of look painted her face.