CHAPTER SEVEN - LOST CONTROL

So she spent her day going from one cinema to the next-laughing, crying, cringing, or jumping, depending on the plot. It was the most unproductive day she had ever spent in her life and she loved it.

By the time the last show of the day finished it was after midnight and she had a throbbing headache from sitting in darkness and the flickering light of the projector all day and a slightly upset stomach from a diet-soda and popcorn.

As she headed back to her car, the sudden reality of her situation sank in and she started trembling. Sarah didn't know what to expect from Lorenzo .

Sarah had never seen him display anything other than icy control, even in bed, but it was the first time she had ever done anything like this.

She always strove to be the perfect omega and perfect spouse, always putting Lorenzo’s or her father's wishes first, and something as innocent as going to the movies without telling Lorenzo seemed beyond reckless, she doesn't even want to think about her visit to Micheal.

While she knew Lorenzo would never physically hurt her, his potential to hurt Sarah emotionally was unlimited.

The house was ablaze with light when she got back home , and the dread made her stomach heave.

Sarah swallowed down her nausea before parking her car and heading toward the front door, which was wrenched open before she even had the chance to get her keys out.

She gulped slightly at the intimidating form of her husband looming in the doorway and stifled a yelp when Lorenzo grabbed her arm and yanked her inside.

Lorenzo slammed the door shut, gripping both her shoulders in his huge hands and backed Sarah up until she was leaning against the door. It took her a few seconds to get over her disorientation and grasp that Lorenzo wasn't hurting her.

Lorenzo’s eyes feverishly raked up and down her trembling body, until he was apparently satisfied that everything was in relatively good condition, and then he raised his eyes to meet Sarah full on.

His eyes, which Sarah had so little opportunity to actually look into of late, were heartbreakingly beautiful. They were blue and grey with little flecks of gold and set between incredibly thick, blue-black lashes and beneath sweeping brows, and right now they were smouldering with something that, in a less controlled man, might have been described as fury.

Lorenzo’s hands released her shoulders and crept up to her face. She flinched slightly at the contact, but they remained gentle, moving to cup her jaw, his large thumbs brushing over Sarah’s cheeks.

Sarah’s breathing became ragged when Lorenzo leaned towards her, dipping her head closer to Lorenzo .Lorenzo was so near that the omega could feel his clean, warm breath on her face.

He tilted Sarah’s jaw slightly and the omega groaned inhaling his scent greedily, aching for her husband's lips on hers ,wanting it so desperately her legs had just about turned to jelly, and the only thing that kept her from falling to a puddle at Lorenzo’s feet was his solidly muscled body braced against omega's.

Sarah could feel alpha's erection throbbing against her stomach and knew he wanted her as desperately as she wanted her husband.

Lorenzo’s lush mouth was centimeters away from hers,and when he spoke, his lips brushed against Sarah’s mouth.

"You pull a stunt like this again, tesoro mia, and I swear to God, you'll regret it!"

Sarah flinched as reality brought her back down to earth with a thump.

Lorenzo let her go and she slid down the door to land at his feet. Lorenzo raked a contemptuous glance over her, the ice back and the fire gone.

"Where have you been?" he asked calmly. Sarah staggered to his feet, humiliated that she had allowed this alpha to affect her to such an extent that she would fall at his feet.

Sarah tilted her head back defiantly and refused to answer him.

"Sarah, I'm warning you..."

"Warn away," the omega taunted shakily.

"You want to stay married? Fine. But I refuse to let you walk all over me anymore. It's time you start showing me some respect!"

"How the hell am I supposed to respect someone who sold herself to the highest bidder?" the alpha growled with tight control, and Sarah gasped, stung.

"I have no respect for you,Sarah, not even as the potential mother of my child, because, quite frankly, you can't even do that right."

Sarah lost it, completely, and for the first time in her entire twenty-four years,Sarah resorted to violence.

Sarah launched herself at the alpha, hissing, spitting, and scratching like a cat. In that moment she hated him so much that it felt like a living thing trying to claw its way out of her to get at her tyrant husband.

When she came back to herself , she realized that lorenzo had her in his arms, Sarah’s back to his front, her wrists in his hands, and his arms crossed over Sarah’s chest.

They were both out of breath. There were terrible mewling sounds coming from the back of omega's throat, the words of hate she had repeatedly hurled at him having long ago faded into incoherent sobs.

Lorenzo lips were in her hair, just above her left ear, and he was making soothing sounds, not hurting her ,just restraining her with his superior strength. Sarah went limp, hanging defeated from his arms.

"I'm sorry." She froze; the words were so quiet she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. "That was...cruel and wrong of me." (A/n- yeah no shit asshole)