Chapter 18

"Omar stop," she bemoaned.

"No, i need to go deeper," he grunted as he thrust it in. "Omar, it won't fit," the omega cried out.

"It will," he didn't stop his movements.

"No, It's going to bust!" And then, the kitchen down drawer jerked open, spilling out its contents. Bags of chips, packets of cookies and a big bag of flour went flying in the air.

The spilled flour was all over them as they were literally covered in flour from head to toe. "What were you thinking adding the flour?" Ro coughed.

"I thought it would fit," he tried to defend himself.

"Oh it did, all over our bodies!" she snapped. He flinched and looked at her through his flour covered eyelashes.

"Can you be less violent?" he asked sweetly. The omega gasped and picked up a fry pan making him move back. "What are you going to do with that?" although he knew, he still asked.

"Become violent," she raised the fry pan in the air. He ran off into the bathroom, leaving particles of flour behind.

"Omar!" Ro dropped the fry