"I can't believe you are actually being serious right now." Clarke screamed as she kicked her heels off in her bedroom.
Her husband, Bellamy, followed closely behind as she stomped inside, steam practically coming out of his ears at how angry he was.
"Of course I fucking am!" He yelled and grabbed her wrist, turning her around. "Why the fuck did you let him touch you?"
"Why?" Clarke laughed. She pulled her wrist out of his grasp. "WHY?" She screamed loud. "Because you're a fucking asshole!"
"What the hell did I do?"
"You were chatting up that blonde bitch at the bar. Her hands were all over you and you were laughing with her. It's okay for you to let women touch you but I can't let a man touch me?"
"That's different." Bellamy shook his head. "She was a friend."
"What kind of friend."
Bellamy forze. Clarke narrowed her eyes.
"That's not important."
"No." Clarke crosses her arms at her chest and raised an eyebrow. "It is important. Dose this friend of yours happen to know what your cock feels like?"
Bellamy groaned and shoved a frustrated hand through his hair. "It was a long time ago, princess." Clarke always got too invasive when it came to his past discretions.
"The sex must have been pretty good since you still think of her as a friend?"
In a flash, Bellamy had Clarke's body up against he wall, his arms caging her in on either side of her head and his strong hips, pushing against hers.
"Why do you always do that?" Bellamy sneered, his head bent so that his lips were inches away from hers. Clarke could feel his breathe fanning her mouth.
"You always make sex with someone I couldn't give a fuck about become an argument between us and act as if it's such a big deal." Clarke said hands came up to Bellamy's chest in an attempt to shove him away but he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
"Yes, before you, I fucked other woman. Many." Clarke struggled under his hold, looking like a gorgeous exotic fish trying to get loose. "But, they meant nothing."
"Bellamy, let me go." Clarke pleaded.
"That asshole in the club. You danced with him. You let him grind his fucking penis against your ass. Why, princess? Were you trying to piss me off on purpose?"
"Bellamy, let me the fuck go. Now!" Clarke glared when Bellamy tightened his hold and shuffled closer, pinning her body to the wall.
"You're hot when you're mad." He whispered in her ear.
"Then I must be fucking blazing because I'm furious!" Clarke tried to push her lower body against Bellamy's to get him off but that only resulted in her feeling his thick long erection against her lower belly.
"Bellamy," Clarke couldn't help but moan when he licked the sweet spot behind her ear.
"Do you know how angry I was when I saw that dickhead's hands on your ass?" Bellamy moved Clarke's wrists into one of his hands and trailed the now free one, down the side of her body where a tight black, figure hugging dress covered her.
"Didn't seem like you cared since you ex-girlfriend had all you attention." Clarke retorted.
"Shut up." Bellamy growled. His hands pulled down the side zipper of her dress excruciatingly slow. "And she wasn't a girlfriend." Bellamy breathed into the dip between Clarke's neck and shoulder.
