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Current Chapter Posted - Sunday, May 20, 2018
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The usual sexy stuff between Sam is Anna is present, be aware ;)
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{ Chapter 39 } : The Heavy Guilt of Shameless Sinners
The sins we commit weigh heavily on our mind, yet it is our mind that is weak enough to allow these heavy sins to be committed.
The words I penned in my diary many months ago flashed in front of me, wrapped with a healthy dose of irony and self-hatred.
"He's dead," I echoed more to myself, than to Sam.
I once heard that karma includes bad thoughts. And I'd hoped that Joey and his thugs would stop harassing me. That the torture would end. I wished Connor would just die – wished it aimlessly and half-heartedly. The misery caused by them nearly drove me to the edge; I debated suicide before resorting to drugs to suppress my pain.
I never knew my wish would come true.
My wish was my sin. My mind was weakened by the continuous torture I'd endured by their hands and it had allowed me, even for a split second, to wish for Connor's demise. To allow me to sin.
Careful what you wish for, Anna. My dad used to say. You might just get it...And not want it.
Sam's ragged breath ghosted over my cheek. He held me close, crushing my body to his like feeling the depth of my bones and muscles would bring him a sense of calm. A sense of righteousness. But really, was it so right to feel calm and righteous when everything around us felt like a chaotic blur?
Should we be allowed to feel at peace when it felt like my hands were tainted with blood, regardless of the fact that I hadn't pulled the trigger?
"I need to talk with, Richie. I need to start training for my fight."
His fight. Our fight.
"He's dead," I whispered again, needing to acknowledge the cold hard truth once more.
"And he's not coming back," Sam rumbled, and then kissed my temple and my cheeks. He kissed any expanse of skin that was available for his feasting mouth. "May the Lord forgive me, because I feel no regret over his death. I don't care if that makes me sound horrible."
I didn't care either.
"He's dead, Sam."
It's okay to make mistakes, Anna. Just don't sin. I could see my dad's scolding face.
Henry's thugs had sinned when they killed my father. I didn't kill Connor, but it sure as hell felt like it. Was there really any difference between mistaking and sinning?
"He's dead, baby."
My eyes stung anew. You'd think after everything that unfolded tonight, I'd be too exhausted to cry.
Yet here I was, breaking apart in Sam's arms as he tried to hold me together.
My palm over his thundering heart, I choked. "W-Where's my guilt, Sam?"
The soft scrape of his stubble against my cheek grounded me, keeping me away from my daze. His tempestuous eyes burned fiercely into mine.
"Where's my guilt for all of this? Why do I not feel it? Why do I not feel bad that Danny killed him because of me – because of us?"
The answer was already there, but I needed to hear my guy say it.
Sam slowly tucked a stray strand of my blond hair behind my ear, his own throat trembling with emotion. "Have I told you how you always look so beautiful, even when you cry?"
I was a blubbering mess as I fisted his shirt and spent out years worth of pain.
Sam's banded arms caged me - my sanctuary. A gentle rocking motion swayed us. My shoulders quaked, and his shirt relented to the dampness from my tears.
"You feel no pain because you don't want to, gorgeous. You want to let it out. Your guilt's not here, because he's dead. You finally feel as though he got what he deserved because of your father."
I wailed harder because the worst part was he was right.
Guilt was fucking shameless.
* * *
"What comes next?"
Sam was pacing in the locker room, texting furiously on his phone. He barely paid attention to my blank voice.
I tried a little louder. "Sam. What comes next?"
He seemed to have heard me, as his body pulled taut and came to a stop.
Sam pushed his fingers through his already stressed-mussed hair. As always, this habit of frustration ate at him until the strands were being tugged mercilessly. "They're dumping the body at Henry's doorsteps. Same way they dumped your dad."
I froze.
"Danny says this is the message they're sending across. Don't fuck with us. Eye for an eye, in other words."
When I didn't say anything, Sam continued.
"What comes next is...Some people at Danny's heard the gunshots and called the cops. Vasily is headed there right now. The officers who're showing up are on payroll through Danny's uncle. No one's going to say shit. Lac is going to do something about the blood in the parking lot as soon as they dispose of Connor. And...I need to tell Richie the truth. I'm going to fvcking confess and tell him everything. That I need to start fvcking training for a fight."
"I'm sorry," I said desperately.
Sam swung his heavy gaze to mine. Closing the distance between us, he crouched in front of me and held my chin in his hand. "I never want to hear you apologizing for this."
"His blood's on me," I said weakly. It's all over my clothes. It's all over my palms, slowly seeping to the layer beneath – my skin.
Sam circled my fisted palms with his own and kissed me hard on the mouth. He touched his forehead to mine and we breathed in unison. "I never want to hear you apologizing for this night, Anna. I should have protected you better."
My heart hurt. You've protected me more than anyone in my life ever has. I've known you for so little.
The rest was silenced between us with a powerful stare. "Never."
"Do you wonder if thing's would have been simpler if we hadn't met..."
Sam's mouth softened from the hard line it had been set in and slowly spread into something sweet and mischievous. "Dammi un bacio, Tesoro."
This guy. "You're wicked."
"You like me best when I'm this way."
I tried not to smile and failed.
But the thing was, I more than liked him.
Nevertheless, I let my shoulders carry the heavy weight for one more second as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Dammi un bacio, Tesoro," he whispered once more, his hot breath caressing my throat.
As I tilted my head to kiss him, blood and lifeless bodies and the feeling of nearly being violated ripped in front of me and I stopped.
I simply rested my trembling chin on his shoulder.
* * *
"Can you guys lay low for a few days?" Vasily's accented question resonated from behind us, accompanied by the sound of the sad night's howling wind.
Sam paused, jamming the key in the lock. "What do you mean?"
I was waiting at the passenger side of a new car - Vasily had given us the keys to a black conspicuous Mercedes, per Danny's orders. My car's side mirror was broken and there were gunshots marring the side body. Danny said he would take care of it, whatever that meant. I didn't know what I would tell my mom.
My mind was stuck, spiraling into an abyss filled with scary thoughts. I couldn't drive, so I asked Sam. I just wanted to slip inside into the plush leather seats and block out the rest of the world. Curl up in my bed tonight and stare into nothingness.
"It'll make things simpler. Just a couple of days. Stay out of anyone's view. Ivanov and the rest of us will try to sort things out."
My eyes riveted to the ground near the lamppost. Did Lac really managed to clean out the blood?
I was there not long ago, pinned to the ground with terror rocking through my bloodstream. My gaze catching a frantic-looking Sam, helplessly folded over with a gun digging into the nape of his neck. The sound of gunshots was like constant white noise in my ears.
Now, I was in a different set of clothes with no traces of blood or dead man. You'd think it was all a dream. The change of clothes, courtesy of Danny, smelled too clean. The scent of fresh laundry made me sick.
It was a harsh contrast to the guilty stench running across my skin, clinging like a layer of sweat.
Sam's chin jutted towards Vasily. "We will. Tell Danny to call me when he can."
I watched with a new wave of sickness as Vasily slung the duffel bag stuffed with our old set of clothes over his shoulder. He was going to burn them. There would be no physical trace. But the haunting memories of tonight would stain like a dirty imprint on our soul.
Vasily said they got a hold of the video. Connor and Henry's enforcers were dead.
"Kid," Vasily grunted.
I thought he'd been talking to Sam, until my boyfriend softly uttered my name.
I looked at Vasily.
His mouth was set in a grim line, but his gaze was filled with a deep understanding. "Tonight was a bad scene. But you will be okay."
What was I going to say? Scream that no, it wouldn't be okay. I felt violated. I felt scarred. Is it really going to be okay? I kept my hellish thoughts at bay, long enough to muster a small, "Thanks."
A moment passed between us. Vasily nodded one more time to both Sam and I. "Drive safely. Lac is parked around. He'll follow you until you reach home safely."
"Where's Danny right now?" Sam asked as he unlocked the car door for me. Wordlessly, I slipped inside and put my head against the cold window.
I saw Vasily's wry smile but he didn't say anything. Message received.
When Sam finally settled inside the car and started the engine, he looked over at me with a blank look. "My mom's working double shifts for the next two days at the hospital, so she won't exactly be home. Make some excuse up and tell your mom you're sleeping over at one of your friend's house. I don't want you out of my sight. You're staying over until it's safe."
He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers forcefully. I didn't reciprocate. I kept staring out the window.
"Tesoro," Sam gave me a nudge, an inch of warmth returning to his tone.
I cleared my throat and responded just as blankly. "Okay."
* * *
Darkness evaded the space between us.
"We should talk," Sam urged softly when we made it back to his place.
I walked forward, forcing him to drop the hand he had on my back. Sam released a martyr sigh. Vexation rolled off him in waves, and I don't know why it hiked up my own irritation.
His mom and mine were working an overnight shift at the hospital. Michael was a Kurt's. I texted my mom I was sleeping over at Layla's and I asked the latter to cover for me if my mom called.
I surveyed the darkened corridor in which we stood. It was pitch black in his house, yet he didn't bother turning on the light. Seemed as though we both needed to remain in our darkness tonight. Glancing over my shoulder, I could make out Sam's gigantic silhouette as he toed his shoes off.
"What's there to talk about?"
His shoulders sagged, as if he was exhausted with me. Realizing how harsh that may have come out, I walked in his general direction, pushing his body against the wall.
A sliver of the light snaking from the porch illuminated a quarter of his face. He looked perturbed, his knitted eyebrows resting firmly over those gorgeous, troubled eyes of his.
I smiled sadly, gently running the tips of my nails over the hair near his ear, all the way down to his nape.
His hands automatically cupped my face, pulling me in until our torsos were flattened. "Why are you being like this?"
I gazed into his eyes, watching them cloud over even more.
He blew a breath past his lips. "We need each other tonight, please don't shut me out. I'm still reeling. So are you. But we need to do this together." He pressed a rough kiss to my forehead, barely escaping my hairline. "Especially since we can't talk to anyone else."
I knew what he was saying. I got it.
"Tesoro," he whispered softly. "Talk to me. Tell me what's on your mind right now." Even lower, he mumbled, "Give me a kiss."
Instead I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling his rapid beats beneath my ear, as I lovingly ran my hands up his chest.
"My walls...they have a bad habit, Sam. You know. Of coming up at the worst times. I don't trust easily and sometimes Gabby and Layla fall victim to my occasional bouts. I struggle with talking about my feelings and even with saying what's on my mind. My track record with guys sucks...But with you, it's so different. I talk to you. I tell you things. I...I always look forward to seeing you. To being with you. I can't wait to see what you have to tell me. It's –" It's love. "-It's so valuable to me."
Still holding us together like we were two jagged puzzle pieces, torn apart and finally mended, Sam dropped to the floor, his back taking the brunt of our fall. His legs extended until I could feel them grazing the back of my thighs. I wrapped mine around his waist, keeping my face tucked against his solid chest.
"You're my best friend, Jodanna," he said simply.
"I know."
He waited.
"And you're mine, too."
He smiled in the dark, but it was crestfallen. I kissed one corner of his mouth, then the other.
"I know you want me to lose the guilt. Act as if this isn't my fault. But Sam, this mess started with me and my dad. Now you're all wrapped up in it."
"It's our mess, Anna," Sam repeated, completely jaded. "I played my part in it, too. While you and your dad had your own mess with Joey and Henry Donald, don't forget that I'm the one who took their son out. I started my own war. Somewhere along our paths crossed and it made everything worst."
Sam's head fell back to rest against the wall, and he tucked me closer to his heart. I kissed it over his shirt, remember the word invincible for some reason.
"I fucked up on my part by taking their son out. Look, the truth is, I was offered a large sum of money two years ago if I would lose the fight against Baxton or even if I forfeited before the fight began. I think his coach knew Baxton wasn't going to win that night. He'd been pumped with lord knows what. High as a kite, there was no way he'd win against me. Yes, Baxton was older than I was, maybe even stronger, but not that night. I had my pride, too, you know? I don't even know why they set up a twenty-one-year-old Baxton with a seventeen-year-old boy. I knocked him out cold that night, knowing it was going to be easy and won a lot of money. Not as much as his people were offering me. But pride and respect go hand-in-hand in my world; I wasn't letting anyone buy me out so Baxton could remain in his rank. It shook things up. I never walked away unscathed from that fight – these people kept a radar on me. I should have shut the fuck up and listened to Richie when he came panicking in the locker rooms, telling me to drop the fight, take the money and keep my silence. I didn't realize the breadth of abilities these people possessed. I certainly wasn't looking to get mixed into whoever these fucking people were."
I did understand. In other words, Sam's mess and mine just caught up, intertwined, and created a bigger fuckery. Then we met each other and became us.
Touching his cheek, I forced him to meet my eyes. Wanting him to see that I got it. I got this fight and what it was for.
"Yet here you are, still acting like it's all your fault." His mouth twisted cynically, and I hated that sight. Such a beautiful mouth should never harbor such an ugly smile.
So, I confessed, "Our mess, baby."
"Good girl." Approval inched upon his face and he raised an eyebrow. "Now, let me get you upstairs in my bed where I can get a closer look at your bruised jaw. I'll get you some ice."
"And I have to check your ribs to see how they're healing. Not to mention your black eye and split lip. You're a sight for sore eyes."
"Is that your way of telling me I'm ugly, baby?"
I got up from his lap and held my hands out for him. He took them, weaving our fingers together.
With a small wink, I stole one of his lines, "You're never anything but hot, beer boy."
Then I pulled him up and we made our way upstairs to his room.
* * *
I couldn't scrub the grime off my body.
Two days later, and I still couldn't get it off.
My face still hurt like hell, especially my jaw. The spot where I'd been punched was prominent and bluish.
For two days, Sam had been a saint. So sweet and patient. Letting me be quiet and on my own. Letting me ignore him like he wasn't hurting. Letting me use his state-of-the art shower in the basement.
It was magnificent, really. Water trickled from the rain forest ceiling shower. The tiles were bronze, and the glass enclosure had my fingerprints. It was heavenly, yet my muscles remained tense under the force of the water – it was icy and seeped deep into every fiber, numbing me.
Tilting my head back, I allowed the cold, cold water to wash away another layer of shampoo and body gel. Sudsy remains pooled at my feet, before disappearing into the drain.
My skin was pink and inflamed after I'd vigorously went at it with a loofah.
Every time I closed my eyes, I'd hear nothing but the loud popping sound of gunfire ricocheting in my head. See nothing but the man's body folding in half, his blood splattering all over my midriff. There was something so eerily disturbing about the heavy weight of a lifeless head sitting on your torso.
I shuddered again. The thoughts just wouldn't block themselves, and I was helpless against the painful memories. My teeth were clenched with such a ferocity that irritated my jaw even more.
I was tainted. Not clean. There was still blood. Physically, it wasn't there. But I felt it. That was the only reason I reached for the loofah one more time.
The door to the standing shower slammed open with a decisive thud.
The sound echoed louder than the gunfire in my mind. I didn't have to know that it was Sam. I could feel his presence.
I chanced a glance over my shoulder, but the moment his gaze, so tumultuous, grazed mine, I had a little trouble breathing.
Behind me, fuming lightly, he stood tall in all his six feet four glory.
My, God. I couldn't help but marvel every time I saw him.
His arms braced on either side of the door, he was a picture worth a thousand words. His muscles flexed with exertion and his knuckles were so white, I'd through the structure would crumble under strain.
I knew he'd already showered upstairs, because his white cotton tee was dotted with water droplets and his hair – that gorgeous mop of dark golden – was wet and clung to his skull.
There was something so utterly masculine about this guy. So expressive. Even when he wasn't speaking, his eyes and body did all the talking, projected all the thoughts and emotions his words failed to convey.
Right now, that body and eyes were telling me he was ready to pounce his prey, barely in check of his own nature.
When I licked my lips, his guzzling eyes tracked the movement slowly, almost drinking it in. Memorizing it. Those same eyes lost track as they fell upon my naked body.
Oh.
Sam's cheeks hollowed and a light flush, from frustration or lust – maybe a bit of both – tinged his face. But it was the rough, thickened voice of his that had me licking my bottom lip all over again. "My, God. Jodanna."
I was turned on, easy as that.
I said nothing – could say nothing. Besides staring at him blatantly with everything I was worth, I was still a little breathless because I should be embarrassed. I felt as though I should feel embarrassment. This was the first time Sam was seeing me bare. I should be wondering what he thinks of my body. Is it perfect? Am I lacking?
None of those thoughts dared to breach the moment flitting between us.
While I held my breath still, Sam couldn't seem to get enough air.
The way his muscular chest bowed beneath with each inhale and exhale. The way his mouth parted slightly. The way he sucked in his breaths, a little too quickly, a little too greedy. The way his throat worked with each difficult swallow. The way those hooded and smoky eyes were eating me up, wholly, leaving me with nothing but pure desire for him.
Instead of feeling insecure about him seeing me this way, I felt a surge of empowered boldness when I realized that I caused this reaction out of him.
This was Sam unraveling, losing control. The bulge rising to prominence in his pants spoke volumes.
I fucking loved it.
"Do I live up to your expectations?" I didn't even recognize my own sultry voice, infused with something hot and carnal.
"Tesoro, you go far beyond those; you fvcking know it."
I did, didn't I?
Tipping my head back, the curtain of water fell over me, like a cascading waterfall as I washed the last bit of shampoo out of my hair. My curvy backside was on front display for Sam's seeking gaze. He sucked in a sharp breath that sounded like a mixture of wonderment and a curse.
I wanted to play with him. "Hmm, I wonder."
"The only thing you should be wondering is what I'm going to do with you next and where I plan on kissing you."
His words were like a fire, lighting up the gasoline running through my veins. Licking flames travelling from my toes to my tips, hiking my desire to undeniable heights. I was slightly aroused before, but it was nothing compared to the slick heat pooling between my thighs. The only thing to soothe the fire was with him, and everything that made him so irresistible for me.
My beast was relentless, and I knew how he got when he wanted his wicked way with me.
I brushed my fingers through my wet strands. "Why are you here, Sam?
"You done ignoring me?" he taunted.
Guilt was a bitch and I felt those words like a slap. I had been ignoring him. And I was done. Why I had acted so childish and closed off the last two days? It was complicated.
But we didn't have to be.
"You didn't answer my question, Sam. Why are you here?"
Biting my lip, I looked over my shoulder one more time. My breath stuttered again and even through my eyes, weighed down heavily by my wet lashes, I saw the way he stared at my ass. Awestruck.
"Baby, my eyes are not there."
"No but your ass is." He jerked his chin at me a little defiantly, a cocksure grin tugging at his lips.
I blushed. It was hard to act as if I wasn't affected. After all, this was the first time he'd seen me fully naked. I'd only given him glimpses in the past when we fooled around.
"Why are you here, Sam?"
His eyes locked with mine and he gulped. It was crazy how he could go from devilish to soft in an instant. He spoke all hush hush. "You left your towel upstairs along with your set of fresh clothes. I didn't want you to run up to get them. You'd get all cold."
My heart. The large lump forming in my throat made it hard for me to swallow.
"Come here," I whisper-begged.
His eyes widened, and he let go of the door frame on either side, stepping back. He shook his head, looking like he was fighting a losing a battle with himself. "I already took a shower."
A moment equivalent of two heart beats slowly dragged between us.
He watched me warily as water rivulets coated my face, my neck, my torso, and the skin between my legs.
Sam's eyes were fixed on what lay between my legs, his nostrils flaring.
Taking that reaction as a yes, I fisted the front of his shirt with my wet hand. "Come, Sam."
"Ah, fuck. Baby, I already took a shower," he grated as I drew him closer, forcing him to step into the shower.
The most promiscuous smile I could muster grazed my lips and it was all the warning Sam needed. "Then you'll fvcking take another one."
He was gnashing his teeth, as if the pressure down there would somehow alleviate.
When he resisted, I trailed my fingers and brushed down over the bulge beneath his grey sweats. "I won't ask again, Beer boy."
Every inch of me is perfect, he's saying, with those eyes. As the water pelted the front of his t-shirt, sweatpants, and face, I saw his resolve weakening. I tried to tell him the same. You're more than enough. You embody perfectness, Sam.
My fingers gingerly cupped his chin, his stubble prickling my skin.
Trepidation ran through my system as I became acutely aware of the fact that I was slicker than ever, my skin peppered with goosebumps. His touch – the ghosting feel of his fingertips, the bite of his beard against my face, and the hardness of those sculpted planes – was as vital as my next breath.
There was something so erotic about having my bare skin pressed against his fully-clad body.
Sam once said I ruined him. He was my downfall, too. My sweet undoing.
Giving the push Sam needed, I leaned on my toes and lightly brushed my lips with his, allowing the exchange of our breaths as his parted. "Baby."
The sound of the rushing water filled my ears, along with his halting breaths and my skyrocketing heartbeat. The longer we stared at each other, the more conscious I was of our aching states.
A light fog crept up and, although the water was in our faces, we never once looked away.
"I'm not ignoring you now, am I?" I breathed, running my hands over his chest.
With a snarl, he ripped off the sodden material that was his shirt and my frantic hands followed, helping him toss it over the stall. He slapped my hands away and started backing me further in with the strength of his body. As we slammed against the wet tiled wall, Sam pressed his forehead to mine, as if in pain, and jerked off his drenched grey sweats.
Sam liked going commando.
His cock sprung free, but I didn't have the time to admire its sheer monstrosity.
One hand cradled my jaw and the other took purchase in my hair, near the nape of my neck. He tugged so painfully that I gasped, my eyes stinging, until I was forced to see the war raging in his eyes. To make peace with it. "Don't ever do that to me again."
I stuttered a breath and licked my lips. Tease him? There's no way I was ever stopping. Especially if this is the reaction I was rewarded by. "Do what?"
"Ignore me," he said, like there was gravel in his voice, eyes glimmering fiercely. "You and I have problems, we talk about them. Sempre."
"Sempre?" I didn't know what that meant, or I think he told me and I'd forgotten. What I did know, however, was there was a giant weapon of v*gina mass destruction prodding my hipbone, also known as Sam's mammoth sized d!ck. Holy hell.
"Always." To set his point across he tugged at my hair again, and the little darts of pain turned into pleasure when he continued to drill me with that darkened hungry look. His eyes searched mine. "I'm too good to you."
My chest cracked, and my heart felt the impact. He is good to me. Too good. Roving fingertips contoured the side of his face affectionately. "I know," my voice dropped low on the confession. I need to be better, too. "I'm working on it."
"Work faster," he said, understanding, before crashing his mouth to mine and sucking deeply.
"W-Wait," I pleaded, giving him a slight push away. Incredulous eyes, drowning in lust, met mine.
He licked his mouth hastily and cast me a frustrated look. "You've got to be kidding me, Anna."
I smiled, but it may have come out a little evil. "I've waited so long to see all of you. Just let me have my fill, please."
He didn't step back. Instead, Sam braced either forearms on each side of my head. Eyes watching me the same way a lion must gaze at his prey.
My fingers trailed down his torso; his strong pecs and steel-cut abs were glorious as ever. Even the black ink of his tattoos appeared more vibrant under the effect of water. Every inch of his muscles was tense, and I loved the way the wet hair on his arms was plastered to the skin.
But what I really loved...oh, man.
Sam's ridiculously thick c0ck. If he was a$sstruck by my ass, then I was c0ckstruck by his c0ck. Easy as that. I'd never known it could be this huge. In all honesty, it looked like something that could fit in a car exhaust, not inside me.
"You're going to bruise me," I whispered, shell-shocked.
His shaft was tanned and smooth and rippled. And he was fucking long.
I would never have thought Sam was packing a huge nine-incher in his pants. Then again, given his ginormous size, I shouldn't be surprised.
A low infuriating smirk curled his mouth. I didn't think it was possible, but his eyes became even more hazy and sexy. "Not today. But when I'm inside you, you'll feel me and only me. I'll be as gentle as I can."
The head of his dick was big and bulbous. I darted the tip of one finger over it lightly, relishing in the sound of Sam catching his breath. I caught some gathered pre-cum, sticking the finger in my mouth, and tasting himself for once. Mmm.
Sam groaned, his whole body radiating tension and something electrifying. "Fvck, that's hot."
Keeping my eyes trained on him, I skirted a fingernail down the underside of his skin. "Baby, you're so fucking b!g." I reached his balls and cupped them, giving them a light squeeze. "My, God. Sam. I've felt it a few times but never knew you'd be like this, baby. I don't know if we'll fit."
Cradling my face roughly, he tipped my head back so his lips could brush over mine as he spoke. "We'll fit. I'll be gentle and even then, I might hurt that sweet pvssy. But I promise you right now, when I get between those tight legs for the first time, you aren't walking the next day."
"Don't make promises you can't keep," I teased, my fingers running down the smooth planes of his torso, mischief causing me to catch his nipples with my fingernails.
He groaned. "I believe you wanted to apologize for your behaviour."
"I said no such things." I should do, but I was too busy watching the way his stomach muscles flexed when I scored him with my fingernails. "I want to touch you, Sam."
Such a big cock. I wondered how much of my hand I could wrap around–
He seized my wandering hands and held them at the small of my back. He swallowed my sound of protest, before he dragged his teeth down the column of my throat. He was going to leave marks. The quick, open-mouthed kisses he laid on top of my collarbone and neck would do nothing to hide the fact that he'd had his wicked way with me.
"You want to apologize, baby," he repeated in that raspy tone.
Before I knew it, Sam turned the faucet around, so the water was hotter then before.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when my beast snuck a hand between us, lightly massaging my folds. I struggled trying to pry my hands free. A moan escaped my throat when his middle finger drew quick, tight circles around my cl!t.
"Apologize for fucking with my head, sweetheart, and the next orgasm is yours."
Without warning he shoved a finger inside of me. I probably mxaned loud enough for Jesus to hear and stop performing miracles. "MaybeIdontwanttoapologize," I rushed out on a louder noise because now...Now every nerve ending was pulsing.
Now was not the time to toy around with him, especially because I did want to say sorry. But I couldn't help it. Sam was a ravenous animal when he lost control.
"Wet, Tesoro. You're always so damn wet. You call yourself a good girl but all it takes is a few dirty words and my fingers to prove you wrong. Now, apologize, baby. The faster you say sorry, the faster I can get on my knees for you."
"No."
He slapped my ass for retaliation and the burn was stronger on my wet skin. I mewled like a fucking cat in heat. The sweet torture growing inside me halted when Sam retrieved his hand and stuck his fingers, lightly coated with my slickness, in his smiling mouth, mirroring my actions. I almost wept. The boyish grin he gave me deserved to be slapped off. Deserved to be kiss.
"You're so infuriating," I whispered, failing to maintain my anger.
He finally released my hands, but not before clasping my hips and pulling us close. "And you don't know how to take orders. That makes two of us."
To prove just how infuriating I was, grasping his cock, I tried to wrap my hand around him. Failing miserably. God, he was that b!g. "You want my apology?"
"On second thought, I want you to show it, baby."
My lips parted, and Sam descended on me with another one of his heart-pausing looks.
The last glimpse I had was of those green orbs swirling with something akin to dark desire. Those tempting lips suckled every inch of supple skin that they could, loving me, painting me with his possessiveness and laying claim on every expanse he could devour.
His hair roughened thighs pressed against my softer ones as the calluses of his palms lovingly mapped the contours of my body, leaving a shattering feeling in their wake. My body was taut and pulsating with aliveness, as it always did when he held me.
I whimpered when his shaft brushed my inner thigh and his darting hands enclosed my breasts. My own hands tightened in his wet strands, holding him to me. Then it was all a game of torture.
Sam loved to lick first, then suck, then bite gently my nipples, tugging the pointed beads between that sinful mouth. I was lost in the myriad of sensations.
"So beautiful, Anna," he said between giving my breasts their due. His fingers pinched and twisted, and I was gasping into our kiss, the warm water finding it's way in the cavern of my mouth.
My fingers were biting into his shoulders as the need between my legs grew. I wanted to come. Needed too.
My heart rate accelerated but everything felt like it was slowing down.
Not only was my skin a little tender from the scrubbing but not it downright felt raw after Sam's ministrations. He even bit around my tattoo and followed it by a chuckle when I gave him a surprised look.
My god, I was going to have an array of love bites all over my body and teeth marks in the crook of my neck. Maybe even around my breasts and ribs. I fucking loved it and didn't care.
The underside of his cock brushed me and we groaned simultaneously, the sound louder than a choir. He wrapped one of my legs around his waist and dragged the bulbous head once through my folds, then pressed it against my sensitive nub.
My stomach muscles clenched.
Our panting breaths resounded loudly in the space we shared.
"Understand, Anna, that's what it feels like. I'm a big guy and if you're going to talk about making it up to me. Remember," he growled, his shaft sliding along my folds, my slickness coating it. My god, if it felt so huge like that, how would it feel when he tried to wedge it inside me? "This is how much of me you're going to have to make up to."
"Oh, God."
"Not, God. Sam," he corrected. "I like it svcked Anna, and I like it played with. And often. Now be good girl and show me how you say sorry, baby."
Show him how I say sorry? I smirked, but it was humourless. With narrowed eyes, I walked us backward until he fell on the bronze marble bench. He took me with him, and my legs landed on either side of him, my back shielding us from the water.
I loved that stark look on his face, a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. He was so transparent, couldn't even hide how badly he wanted this.
For a few seconds, he looked like he was lost in a decision. Then with a growl, he clamped either side of my hips and pressed me down, grounding me against his erection. My head falling back on a muted moan, I let Sam use my body like a rag-doll, roughing me up for his own pleasure. He ground me hard against his shaft, and I was so close to coming, it was ridiculous. Groundgroundground.
"Feel that, Tesoro?" he rasped, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. The pleasure grew almost unbearable. "This is as gentle as it'll get. You're going to love it though. Love how I make you feel even when I'm not gentle with you."
"Sam." Oh, my God. Right there. Rightfvckingthere.
He stopped suddenly. My face fell with disbelief when he let me go, when I was so fucking close. I released a sound of protest, resisting the urge to smack him for that.
The fire in his eyes set everything around us in flames. "Now, be a good girl, principessa, and make me come. I always give you a little something, now it's your turn."
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A/N: Oh la laaa it's getting hawt in here.