Chapter 1

In the night

Sam's POV

"Night, guys." I called.

"Night, Sammy." Alex and Clover called back.

I closed my door and got settled into bed. It was windy tonight and rainy. Not to storm level, but it still made for a gloomy night. I lay in my bed for a while and tried to sleep. I thought about our last mission. Why Ti-Scam run off so suddenly? It bothered me.

I decided to leave it alone and slowly fell asleep. I woke up and tried to get out of bed, but something held me back. I tried to untangle my sheets, but I realized whatever was holding me back was under the sheets with me. I now felt the muscular arms around my waist. I turned to see who it was and found that it was too dark. I started to pry the fingers apart.

"Sam." A deep, smooth voice warned.

"Sc-Scam?!" I cried incredulously.

"You will not scream, shout, or cry out for help. Understand?" His nails dug into my soft skin.

I nodded, "Mmm hmm."

"Good girl." His smirk was burned into my mind and I scowled at the image of his perfect white teeth and tan lips mocking me.

"What do you want?" I growled.

"I want to rest." He told me.

"How did you get in here?" I demanded, ignoring the fact that he chose my bed to rest in.

"Easily." He taunted.

"Let me go." I tried to get away, but his grip tightened.

"I can't do that, Samantha. What if you go your idiot friends?" He rested his head on my shoulder.

"You broke into my room." I hissed.

"Yes, I did. And I'll do it as long as I like." He whispered in my ear.

"We'll put you back in jail." I said, realizing I was in a bad position. He had all the power, both right now and later.

"I'll escape again." He smirked again, his breath tickling me.

I knew that was true. "Why?"

"Why what?" He asked.

"Why… Why me?" I tried to look him in the eyes.

"Sam, use a bit more brainpower." He snarked.

I tried to find an answer but ended up guessing, "You like tormenting me?"

"You call this tormenting you?" He scoffed.

"Then what is this?!" I blurted out frustrated.

"This is relaxing. Before you woke up, anyway. You're very cute when you're asleep." He flipped me back to my original position and held me to him.

"I, I… Rrr." I growled, infuriated.

"What's wrong, Sam?" He asked in a tired tone.

"You're so, so difficult to figure out!" I grit my teeth.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Y-yes." I nodded.

I felt his lips on my neck, "Wh-what are you do-doing?"

"Giving you a hint." He paused just long enough to answer and then continued.

His kisses were rough, leaving a sensation as he moved on up to my cheek. I whimpered as I was forced onto my back and he got on top of me. He slowed down as he got my lips and teased me. Nibbling my lip, kissing near my lips, but not my lips. I had enough and arched my back to kiss him. He finally kissed me properly, but was still very demanding and rough. But I enjoyed it.

He pulled back, "Now, what do you think of me?"

"I think you're a good kisser and that maybe we should keep going." I smiled before I pulled myself up off the bed and kissed him deeply.

He soon fought for control of the kiss, but I wouldn't give up so easily. One of his hands was in my hair, the other on my back. My hands wandered and found his bare torso to play on. I moaned as his kisses went down my neck and toward my chest. He grew frustrated at the fabric's interference and took my nightgown off. I covered myself and he gently uncrossed my arms and pinned them above my head.

"I can't have you doing anything that would ruin our fun." He purred and continued to kiss me.

I hoped this moment wouldn't stop. It felt so good. He was leaving marks, but I didn't care. His kisses and bites traveled farther down my body before stopping at my hips. "T-Tim. Please."

"You've been a good girl, Samantha, now show me your bad side." I knew he was smirking, but it no longer felt mocking.

I smiled, "Yes, sir."

Sam's POV End