You were straddling your cold, rude, arranged fiancé trying to get a reaction “You look sexy when I’m looking down at you.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, and started kissing your neck. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured.

“Wait, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go! I’m supposed to take control—”

“You’re lucky I have patience. You’ve been a brat all week,” he growled.

You rolled your eyes.

“Keep that up and I’ll make sure your eyes roll in another way, brat.”