I didn’t look back. “To blow off some steam.” The arena was calling to me, and there was a practice mannequin with his name on it.
“Oh, great. Last time you did that you made out with fucking Sawyer.”
My body went completely rigid. Except for my eyes, which almost fell out of my damn skull. I pivoted terrifyingly slowly, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “What did you just say?”
He must have realized his mistake, because he clamped his jaw shut so tightly that I didn’t think it would ever reopen.
My feet began moving against my will and I stormed back to him. “Just because I’m mad at you, doesn’t give you a right to bring up shit from the past that you claimed you were over. That’s not fair, and you know it. You and me weren’t together when I kissed?—“
“Made out with,” he corrected.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.Made out with. You and me weren't together when I made out with?—”
“In a room that was meant to be ours,” he added, with a slight smirk.
My eyes closed taut as I drew in the slowest, most purposefully calming breath of my life. “Okay…you and me weren’t together when I made out with Sawyer in our prospective room?—”
“Right after talking tome, I should add. I can pretty much guarantee I was on your mind through the whole kiss.” He granted me an absolutely smoldering hot smirk. “I was. Wasn't I?”
On the gods.
“Are you trying to irritate me?”
His beautiful, though cocky, grin made me explode.
“Well it's working!” I shouted at him.
He stood static for a few heartbeats, then his normally ocean eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sea. He ground his jaw, then lowered his voice to a growl, “Get back in our room.Now.”
“What?” My head pulled back at his demand. “No. I’m going to the arena.”
He took a step towards me, his boot scraping the floor beneath as he moved. “Room.Now. That is an order.”
“I don’t take orders from men who think they can control me,” I shot back, putting my hands on my hips.
He scoffed, clicking his tongue. “I don’t take attitude from stubborn women.”
Our eyes narrowed in sync as we stared each other down, and the lust that coated the air was enough for any bystanders to recognize.
My body went lax as I realized. “Does fighting with me…turn you on?”
Sebastian took another step for me, gripping my hair with his fist and pulling my neck back to look him in the eyes, the roughness of the maneuver creating agonizing shivers all over my skin.
His fingers moved to my face to forcefully grip my cheeks. “Get back in that room and take your clothes off so I can fuck some sense into the both of us,” he demanded, the hint of desperation in his voice intoxicatingly enticing.
“I think you're confusing my anger with wanting you,” I responded through puffed out lips, holding onto the stubbornness that I knew he actually loved.
“I think you’re confusing my order as an option, love.” His voice dropped to the tone he only used when he was having his way with me, and being reminded of the way my body felt every time he spoke that way almost had me dropping to my knees in the middle of the damn hallway.
I knew that I did in fact have an option, buthe knewthat I wanted this just as much as he did.
So I obeyed.
I stomped back to our room, slamming the door before he could enter—again—just to emphasize how pissed I still was.
“Watch the attitude,” he warned as he entered and then locked the door behind him. “I haven’t had you in a while, and you're even sexier when you’re angry, so yes—fighting with youdoesin fact turn me on.”
“Fighting with you just pisses me off,” I shot back, though my obedience to his orders claimed otherwise. “Also, we literally had sex last night.”
