“No.” you refused, backing away from Ghost and turning around to finished reading the page you were on.

“I said to come here and help me.” he grits out, his breath getting heavier as he pronounces each syllable in an exaggerated way.

You ignore what he says and turn the page of your book. Glancing up at him, you see that that he’s pissed. One reason plainly for the fact you won’t obey, but because of that damn look you give him. Peeking at him from the corner of your eye with your lips slightly raised, teasing, taunting him.

Next thing you know, he’s out of the kitchen and walks to the couch where you are. His steps are heavy, loud, and disruptive.

“I’ve had enough of your goddamn attitude.” he growls as he pushed your head back on the armrest. He takes one hand and wraps it around your throat, the other on the edge of the couch supporting him. One of his legs in between yours, the other off the couch, firmly on the ground.

“I fucking love you so much, but i’m going to fuck you like i hate you. Maybe you’ll actually listen and not be a goddamn brat the rougher i am with you.”