Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 171: Angry Wife_Part 2
"Can you get out of your own head for a moment and just listen to me!" Sebastian was losing his patience. He had never been this patient with anyone the way he found himself being with her, had never felt the need to explain himself the way he constantly felt he needed to with her.
Patience was not a virtue he had ever claimed or practiced, but with her he had been willing to learn it. Only right now, that patience was wearing dangerously thin, because she didn’t hold even a single ounce of trust for him, not enough to stop and listen.
Did she have any idea that he could have walked away and shut her out entirely if she had been anyone else? He was trying, genuinely trying, and yet her trust felt like something he would never be able to earn no matter what he did.
Viola stepped back from him and gave a sharp, derisive sniff. "How dare you speak to me like I was the one caught doing something wrong? I saw it with my own eyes!"
"You saw it with your own eyes?" He took one slow, deliberate step forward, but she held her ground, her blue eyes gone dark with challenge. "What exactly did you see with your eyes?" He questioned with a dark scowl. "Did you see me kissing her? Did you see me touching her?"
Viola hadn’t seen that, but it still didn’t change the fact that what she had walked in on would have led to exactly that, given enough time. "She was sitting on your lap with her arms around your neck." She gritted out. "Are you going to stand there and deny that? What was she doing on your lap? Are chairs so scarce in your office that your lap became a spare seat?" She scoffed directly into his face.
"I will say this one more time, Leni is a nobody compared to the woman I married today. I was not making out with her." Sebastian glared at her, the muscles in his neck pulled so taut that a sharp pain shot up the back of his head from the sheer force of his frustration. What would it take for her to trust him, to see beyond what that man had done to her and look at what was right in front of her?
Hadn’t he tried hard enough? Would they spend the rest of their lives like this, with distrust so thick between them that she wouldn’t even hear him out? Though Sebastian was fully aware that he would never grow entirely tired of her, that he genuinely liked her and wanted her in his life, wanted her to be the one, he was beginning to realize that if she wouldn’t believe him now, there was absolutely nothing more he could do to change her mind in this moment.
Her past trauma had clouded her judgment and she had chosen to see what she wanted to see rather than what was actually there. And Sebastian realized that perhaps giving her the space to calm down and think clearly on her own would serve them both better than continuing to argue back and forth with her like this.
He looked down at her cold blue eyes and indifferent expression for a long moment, and then he gave a single quiet nod. "Fine. You don’t believe me, fine. But I want you to know that I did not make out with that woman. She fell onto my lap at the exact moment you walked through that door. But if you won’t take my word for it, that is your choice. Goodnight." He said in a low, even voice, and then turned to leave.
Viola’s cold eyes shifted immediately, softening and then filling with a sudden, quiet panic as she watched him turn his back on her. His expression was closed off and unreadable, as though he had simply decided to stop caring about what she thought altogether.
She felt her heart twist with a sharp, hollow fear, and the creeping thought that perhaps she had been wrong. That she had misjudged him. That she had jumped straight to the worst possible conclusion without giving him the chance he deserved.
Standing there watching him walk toward the door, Viola suddenly knew with complete certainty that she did not want him to leave. No. Don’t turn away from me. Don’t give up on me. Without stopping to think, she moved after him just as he reached the doorway and grabbed his hand. He stopped immediately, and then slowly turned his head to look back at her, his expression still closed and unreadable.
She didn’t like that look on his face. Not at all.
"We are not done talking, you can’t just leave!" Viola glared at him, her voice coming out more hurt than angry, her lower lip caught between her teeth as his expression remained hard and unmoved.
Sebastian had no more words he wanted to give right now, he didn’t want to raise his voice and he would rather step away and cool off first.
"Whatever there is to talk about can be talked about another day. I have work to do, and I believe you need to sleep and let the mark fade." He told her indifferently, but he made no move to yank his hand free from her grip, no move to turn away. He only stood there, looking down at her as though waiting for her to release him in her own time.
But Viola didn’t want to let go.
They stood poised in the grip of a tension more powerful than anything either of them had ever experienced before. Her fingers were sunk into the soft skin of his wrist where his pulse thrummed hot and fast beneath her fingertips. The night seemed to throb around them, thick and heavy, with neither of them making a move.
Then suddenly, with a soft, mewling sound, Viola released his wrist, flung her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his. He made absolutely no response, holding himself completely rigid, his lips sealed tightly shut for one long, agonizing moment. Then his hands came down onto her shoulders and began trying to force her away.
But she clung to him, fervent and desperate and eager, knowing she would die of humiliation if he remained stubborn and refused to return the kiss. His thumbs dug into her shoulder blades, his fingers pressing into her back. He pushed and she clung, until they both trembled in silent combat, their breathing growing heavier in the stillness of the room.
"I am sorry...kiss me." She whispered against his sealed mouth, and he went completely rigid, before he suddenly, finally, gave in. His powerful hands drew her upward until their chests pressed together, and his mouth came down over hers in a savage, unrelenting kiss that left absolutely no room for retreat.
"Damn you." He whispered hungrily against her lips as he took her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as though to punish her for making him so angry, and she let out a moan that he swallowed greedily into his mouth.
The moment her lips parted he took full advantage, his tongue sweeping into the warmth of her mouth without mercy or hesitation, exploring every inch of her and tasting the sweetness of her until he wanted more of it.
His tongue moved against hers in a devastatingly slow, deliberate stroke, and hers met it with a force that caught even him off guard, hungry and urgent and entirely unguarded, as though she had brought down her walls entirely to enjoy this.
She sucked softly against his tongue, slid it along the seam of his lips, and made a delicious, breathless sound into his mouth that sent a trail of scorching heat blazing through his entire body until it settled heavily and insistently against his groin, hardening him to the point of pain, and a low, strained curse rumbled deep in his throat.
