One hundred and Fifty-Eight

Naomi

Seth took me by the hands and into the room, before locking the door.

I stood in the middle of the room, and he pinned me with his predatory gaze, taking slow strides towards me as if I was the prey under his mercy.

I tried to maintain his gaze, giving him a glare of my own as he stopped right in front of me.

His jaw ticked as his gaze dropped to my lips and my tongue darted to wet it unconsciously as I felt increasingly hot and in need, and I wanted to be taken out of this dress I was still in, under his stare.

His hand grazed my cheek softly, before sliding to my throat, where it rested. His face dropped closer to mine, and we shared the same breath as our eyes stayed locked.

"Tell me, baby. Why are you mad at me when I spent the last hours going crazy because I thought I would never see you again?"

I swallowed, wanting to touch myself as I heard those words. He was scared. He was scared to lose me. But I wasn't going to give in easily.

"I'm mad at you, Seth, but I don't want