FALLEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

(Sam's Pov)

I closed my eyes, in hopes for them to rest. My tongue swiped out, wetting my dry lips, still tasting the faint flavour from the delicious pasta I had the fortune to eat. And I found my stomach clenching as I thought about her.

Selfless, so damn selfless.

Caring, always showing concern and worry.

And beautiful. Truly beautiful inside and out.

Those were the three words I'd think of automatically if I were asked to describe her. She holds all three of those qualities that people in this world lack. But that was not to say that there weren't any other words to describe.

Because, sexy, enticing are definitely two I could use.

I felt a shoot of arousal shoot down towards my dick as I thought about her lips.

Soft, pink, luscious, plump lips. And I was a lucky bastard, able to feel them against mine. At first I thought she'd reject me when I kissed her in her office for the very first time. But needless to say, I was surprised, and carried out my actions when feeling her kiss back.

And don't let me get started on her body. That's just a whole other story.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off all of these thoughts about Belle.

I wanted her. 

I wanted to feel more of her touch. Wanted more of those arousing kisses. I wanted to feel her, every fucking inch. And I wanted her heart.

I wanted all of her.

Not just that, I needed her.

There was no easy way to say this, but I felt this odd feeling of comfort around her. I saw...guidance in her eyes. She was sort of like a miracle...that just happened to walk into my life. I felt content around her, warm. She was the only one who was patient around me and so understanding.

I needed her in my life.

And because of all this, it gave me the perfect reason to carry out my goal.

I'd make her mine.

The sound of the door opening, caught my attention. The familiar Mexican guard, which I had no interest to know the name of, stepped inside. He held this smug look on his tanned face, looking down at me like I was a piece of dirt.

Little fucker.

"It's your lucky day, Blake. You're free from here." He gestured around the room I was in. My heart paused for a second, almost stupidly believing he was talking about the prison as a whole. But I knew that was too good to be true.

"On your feet." He commanded. I rolled my eyes, slowly standing onto my feet. An ache occurred at the back of my thighs, from standing on my feet after so long. There was nothing to do in the cold, dark, segregated room. I had spent the past two days on my the ground, just thinking of all the bull around me.

Mark, being the first piece of shit flashing across my mind.

I let out a groan, stretching my legs and arms.

"Come on, we don't have time for you to be doing that. Hurry up." He cocked his head over towards the door. Holding in a few curse words I'd loved to hit him with, I followed behind him, thankful that I no longer had to stay in that room any longer.

His all too familiar hand gripped onto my bicep. As if I had planned or was planning to run away. 

I gritted my teeth together, clenching my jaw as I tried to control my anger. I closed my eyes for a brief second, allowing the little fucker to lead the way since he was gripping onto me so tight. When I opened my eyes, I unfortunately ended up looking at the ugliest prick to be known.