Omg it's been so long! I missed writing. I wrote this in like 10 min sessions because I wanted it up so bad and school has not been kind this year. I think it's something about being my last year but man it sucks -_-.
Anyway! I still got the chap done and I hope it makes up for the wait a little : ) I am SO happy btw at how much my crazy little idea here is being enjoyed by your guys. Thank you so much for your awesome reviews! :D:D:D
On a side note my Halloween fic will be up this year probably in Dec (sorry about that, school's fault : ( but I do have the idea but it will be up same with an Christmas fic no skipping this year and I hope a V-day one too so yea just wanted to let you guys know in case you were wondering what is going on with my holiday based fics. I'm still writing them :D
Shout out: To D . dw I am SO sorry for the wait as this was supposed to be your Eid request but I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway. :)
Anyway Please Read & Review, I really hope at least some of you guys are still reading this… :( Oh and just to remind you: this fic is rated M. :P
Sam's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped open as she saw what or rather who was in her shower innocently bathing. It was none other than her self-proclaimed fiancée, Tim Scam in all his naked glory. A gasp left her as the clothes she was holding fell to the floor and immediately she threw her hands over her eyes and began shaking her head and squeaking out the words, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" as she furiously tried to wipe the image of his body in that state out of her mind.
Her shocked screams caught his attention easily and Scam paused in his shower and turned his head over his shoulder to glance at the girl that never ceased to amuse him. It made him want to laugh at how she was standing there now keeping her eyes shut and shaking her head as if trying to get herself out of a bad dream or acting as if she had seen something too horrible, too inhuman to digest. He rolled his eyes slowly knowing both of those reactions were wrong as he had a perfectly good physique and was all man.
Throwing her a smirk still from over his shoulder even though he knew she couldn't see it Scam spoke in a rough whisper. "Like what you see baby?" he said shamelessly. A chuckle escaped him when he saw her shake her head no furiously and let out a small yelp as if trying to prove just how much she didn't like it. Too bad for her he didn't care for her biased opinion at all. Amused more than ever Scam kept his eyes fixed on her as he spoke again this time with clear taunting in his tone. "Come on Sammie…look at me."
Sam ignored his suggestion and kept her hands were they were, firmly over her eyelids while she mentally cursed at herself for thinking he had ever left. Sure she hadn't expected him to be using her shower as if it was his own but then again he had been invading her privacy ever since he had given her, or rather forced upon her that damned engagement ring. She really should have seen this coming.
Annoyed with herself but more annoyed with the man that was driving her absolutely insane Sam wanted to scream at him to get out and leave her alone. But her lips wouldn't move and she didn't need to think twice to know why.
Even if she wanted to pretend she didn't for the sake of her dignity, her mind knew far too well that she wasn't dealing with just any trespasser. She was dealing with Tim Scam. If she told him to get out or leave her alone he would just get angry and show her his vicious temper that evoked fear in the hearts of all or even worse-
A shudder passed through her entire form as she recalled last night when she had told him she was going to kill him for this and he had just laughed at her. Laughed at her like she was some kind of joke and then he had proceeded to do whatever he wanted to her unhindered by her words in any way whatsoever.
Telling him to stop, as she regrettably knew by this point after spending a full day and a half doing just that would only come back to haunt her in the end possibly more severely than he was haunting her right now like some ghost, like her shadow that never left her side. Her face couldn't help but fall as she remembered that he was even worse than that because whether it was day or night he never left her alone. Unlike her shadow, ever since this had began he was always there. Always watching, always, always after her.
"Why?" she found herself asking herself once again in vain as she stood there. Why was he doing this? Why was she his sole interest right now? Why when for the last three years, when for ever since she had known him he had only been interested in being a thorn in WOOHP's side? Why wasn't he currently absorbed in designing another plot to take the company down? To take Jerry down? To rule the world? Why wasn't he doing any of those things that were so much part of his nature, of who he was? Why, why was he suddenly so focused on HER?
"Or do I even want to know…." she thought sighing from behind her hands and biting her lip. As she had already decided he had obviously chosen her as his focal point in his latest, mysterious revenge plan,. And whatever that may be…did she really want to know just what he had in mind for her?
Knowing who and what he was she knew whatever it was he intended to do with marrying her or proposing to her - it wasn't going to be pretty. So what she should be focusing on was not what he wanted her for but how she was going to do the impossible task of getting out of it. That was if she even had a chance to even attempt that bold escape from his clutches.
"Look at me," she heard him tease again and she shivered remembering that he was here with her right now. And instantly she decided that making any sort of agenda to retaliate against him now would be suicide. After all this point she was sure she could even bring herself to easily believe that he could probably read her mind. He did know just how to terrorize her didn't he? There was just no end to his malicious talents when it came to ruining people's lives.
She knew that first hand and she hated him for it. And she hated him now so much more than when he was just harassing her amongst her friends. Her eyes narrowing in rage she knew hated him for singling her out like this for choosing her like this. But most of all she hated him beyond everything, with every fibre of her being for how he was playing with her like a puppet on a string for his own sick, twisted enjoyment. That was something she would never, ever forgive him for as long as she had life left in her body.
She knew she'd make him pay for this. Even if she was terrified right now and scared for her life and didn't know how she was going to do it, she still knew that one day she would make him pay for what he was doing to her and return the favour of the misery he was putting her through. She'd do it even if it ended up killing her.
"Look at me Sam," she heard him say louder this time, more demanding than ever as if he wanted to make it obvious just how much she was compelled to obey his ever whim right now thanks to the web of fear and horror he had brutally weaved around her with direct threats to her friends' lives.
Feeling her nostrils flaring at the weakened state he had put her in, one that nearly resembled that of a cruel master and his slave Sam wanted to look up and shoot him the most aggressive, hateful and venomous glare she could muster because that was all she could do to him at the moment and she would have done that had she not been fully aware that Scam was still standing there before her dripping wet under her showerhead without any clothes on. She kept her hands were they were and instead just frowned deeply and knew he had seen it when he laughed.
She was about to scream at him to stop it, to stop laughing at her helplessness in stopping him from doing anything he wanted to her when suddenly she was left shrieking at the top of her lungs.
Suddenly not looking at him was no longer an option as he had reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him and seconds later her chest, moving up and down from fear and shock collided with his own. Sam didn't dare breath as she just stood there practically glued to his body. Unfortunately, still being in her torn, rumpled slip thanks to her terror of him preventing her from changing it last night when she finally slept, she could feel him right through her clothes, as if they were standing flesh to flesh with nothing in between.
Sam gulped, a slow involuntary gulp as the hot water from the showerhead blasted down on her and she felt it become even easier for her to feel his form as he stood with it pressed right into hers. In fact she could feel everything: the smooth planes of his muscular chest where hers was flattered against it, the chiselled lines that made up his torso and abdomen and…his open arousal.
Her face went hot and her knees began to buckle under her as her body reacted to his in ways she didn't ever want it to and she tried to get control on herself by cursing at herself only to feel him wrap his arm around her waist. Sam sucked in her breath as she felt the muscles in his arm shift and his strong hand glide across her lower back, rubbing against her curves before gripping her firmly at her hip and suddenly the way her body was quite inappropriately reacting to her enemy's was no longer her main concern.
Because his touch had reminded her just how close he was to her right now and with the water running as hard as it was-she wasn't sure anyone would be able to hear her now if he did try to rape her and she tried to scream for help.
Her sense of danger rekindled and her heart racing with fear, Sam opened her mouth to scream even though she knew he'd probably count this as her telling others and then go after her friends because right now she was just too afraid of what she was sure he was going to do to her.
But a quick second later his free hand, the one that wasn't dribbling against her flesh landed itself against her mouth effectively keeping her voice from escaping. Startled and more afraid than ever Sam let out a muffled scream as she glanced up at him with wide, bewildered eyes wondering if this was it, if this was when he was going to carry out his threat about raping her.
Trembling she kept staring at him as her lips quivered under his palm and she felt like crying because it wasn't fair. She hadn't told anyone and she had stopped herself from calling Jerry last night and yet still he was going to ruin her. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair.
Shaking on her spot as she watched him looking back at her unblinkingly with hazy eyes as his wet bangs hung low and his mouth was fixed in a focused line, as if he was just about ready to pounce she wondered how much of a shot she had at kicking him in a painful spot but soon decided against it knowing if she missed and he realized what she had been trying to do then he wouldn't just rape her, he'd downright kill her on the spot.
Panicked, she was racking her brain, trying to figure out what she could do in this impossible situation when she was left screaming again as he pushed her against the cold wall of the shower and in the next second his lips were on her neck. Sam felt her jaw quiver and her stomach tighten as she felt his lips, his mouth hot on her skin as it left a trail down her flesh, across her collarbone and moved lower and lower. Unconsciously her eyelids fluttered and her eyes began to close but she was brought back to full consciousness when she felt his hands rapidly lowering the straps of her torn nightgown in an attempt to get her as naked as he was.
"Stop it!' she snarled, finally having enough of his hands, his mouth, his body roaming all over hers. Pushing her hands against his chest she gave him the hardest shove she could muster and threw him a venomous glare. "Stay away from me!"
Skidding back a step due to her relentless efforts to get him off her but not suffering any serious damage, Scam ran a hand through his hair and slicked back his bangs so that he could focus on the angry woman before him without any obstacles in his path and smirked when he saw her standing there clenching her teeth like an angry tigress and huffing and puffing with her hands still out to fend him off. His smirk widened evilly. As if she had any chance in really succeeding in keeping HIM away from her. She really was foolishly naïve at times despite being so smart.
"Well someone's all nasty this morning," he drawled leaving her to glare even harder. Letting out a careless chuckle he reached towards the showerhead having an idea on how to cool his Samantha off. "Here…" he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let me help calm you down."
Switching the water setting from hot to cold he soon blasted her with it leaving her glare to vanish as a loud, choked gasp left her lips from the extreme cold her body was now experiencing. A moment latter she was forced to drop her battle stance towards him and rub her arms instead as she struggled to warm herself.
"Aww did I make you cold?" he said mockingly as he watched her rapidly rub her arms, adding in a laugh to prove he was only joking with his fake concern for her. Crushing her teeth together Sam opened her mouth to tell him to shut up only to be cut off when he spoke first in a husky, low growl.
"Here…I'll warm you up," he said before snatching her up in his arms and pulling her to him close enough so that there wasn't enough room between them for even a fly to squeeze through. His hands ran up and down her back, his fingers crawling against her skin and touching her erratically. Gasping and shuddering, Sam closed her eyes for a second to strengthen her bearings before she began retaliating against him with everything she had. "No, let me go!" she shouted through her chattering teeth. "Leave me you bastard!"
A chuckle left his lips as he just held her tighter. "Mmhmm, I love you too," he said teasingly as he moved his head back into her neck and again began to kiss her this time slightly nipping her flesh with his teeth.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, panicked at how it didn't look like he was about to stop anytime soon. Knowing that her just yelling at him to let go was doing nothing at all Sam stepped on his foot as hard as she could but only managed to get a small grunt out of him. Not feeling his hold loosen on her so she could escape Sam reached out and beat her fists against his chest and a moment later began to claw at him with her nails. "I told you to let me GO!" she snarled attacking him without mercy.
Grunting louder this time, feeling the impact of her nails as she broke his skin Scam loosened his grip on her body for a second making her feel as if she was going to win before he grabbed her hair in a fist and slammed his lips against hers with a crushing force.
Sam let out a strangled "oomph" of surprise from under his lips and felt anger at just how useless she was at defending herself against him. But she wasn't about to give up. Giving up would mean making it even easier on him and that she would not do for her enemy.
Grabbing the sides of face she pushed his mouth off hers and glared at him vehemently with nothing but hate and contempt all over her soaked, fuming face. "I swear to God…" she hissed darkly, pressing her fingertips into his high cheekbones as if trying to stamp her words in his mind so that he'd get it once and for all. "You'll pay for this Scam," she spat. "I will personally make sure you're bound in chains and left to rot!"
Scam cocked an eyebrow and coolly withdrew her hands from his face before whistling a low wolf whistle. "Bound in chains and left to rot…" he repeated and Sam felt a small degree of satisfaction when she felt a note of shock in his tone. But that satisfaction flew out the window with his next words to her.
"Didn't realize you were into bondage Sammie," he said suggestively leaving her eyes to fly wide in shock and her jaw pop open. Chuckling at her reaction he stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger and closed her mouth for her. "My wifey is a little naughty, isn't she?" he drawled fixing her with intentful gaze. "That should keep our nights interesting," he whispered making every pore of on her skin burst with icy goose bumps. She did not need to think twice to know just what he meant by that sick statement.
Looking at him in repulsion Sam spoke in an icy, firm tone. "I am NOT your wife," she growled aiming to try and scare him as pathetic as she knew that was but only making his eyes darken in amusement. He hadn't disclosed to her yet the fact that her growling like that, like some tigress only reminded him more of just why he wanted her. She was a fiery little minx under the calm, cool façade she showed to the world. But he knew how to look beyond that and he knew how to provoke her to bring out the feisty girl that turned him on beyond words. The same woman that had made it impossible for him to ignore her and pretend his desires for her didn't exist.
She didn't know it did she? No she didn't know that she was the one to blame for her situation right now. She had made him want her by seducing him,. He didn't care about her lies. He didn't care how innocent she acted. He knew she knew, that she was much too clever not to know how she had seduced him; with her smarts, with her looks and her resistance towards him.
But if she wanted to play dumb then he could play along and treat her like the victim she was pretending to be. As long as he got her he didn't care which method he had to use. After all he believed in the ends justifying the means. That was the maxim he lived by and he wasn't about to change that. Not even for sweet, seemingly clueless Sammie. Not even for the woman he was going to have for his wife, his partner, and as his lover no matter what.
Feeling her using his moment of quiet to try and lift his finger off her cheek, Scam smirked and grabbed her jaw making her gasp as he brought them mouth to mouth and spoke against her shaking lips. "You will be my wife Sam," he said demandingly in a tone that he expected to scare her into shutting up about doubting that matter. But he was left surprised when she shook her head no.
"I won't," she whispered clearly as she flickered her gaze up and looked him straight in the eye as she shook her head again harder this time as she continued to defy him. "I WON'T!"
Watching her with interested eyes Scam could feel his desires for her reigniting again. Every time she acted like this. Every time she thought she could fight was coming to her, run away from her fate and deny him like this- it made him want to stop playing this waiting game and take her right then and there.
And currently as she stood there inches away from him completely drenched, with her nightgown ruffled and sticking to her ample curves leaving little to the imagination, he just wanted to lunge at her and push that dress up her thighs or rip it off her body, then lift her up, wrap her legs around him tight and plunge into her and show her just how crazy she made him. He wanted to hear her scream out his name over and over in a voice hoarse from the pleasure he knew he would make her feel, to hear her want him as much as he wanted her., God he couldn't even describe right how he just wanted to do it, to make her his, to make her beg for him, to take what was his-
But there was still the small part of him that realized that as sexy he found her resistance towards him she was still resisting him and it was wrong. He was not the type of man that took no for an answer. He didn't like hearing no. He had always hated that word and he wasn't going to put up with it from anyone. Not even the target of all his wanting.
Having made up his mind he dropped his hold on her and lowered his head confusing her with why he had suddenly released her. And he let her think she had scared him. He let her believe that her saying no had made a difference to him even though it had done no such damn thing before.
Standing there he laughed, he laughed a deep laugh that echoed off the walls of her shower and filled the room. And Sam who had begun to think that maybe her standing her ground against him when he had her in the most vulnerable position yet had done something to change his mind began to feel afraid when she realised that his laugh wasn't one of defeat or contempt. No it was a laugh of darkness. A laugh of mockery.
A laugh of pure,, untainted, "Tim Scam" rage.
Realizing her mistake Sam tried to take a step back from him in an attempt to avoid what she new was coming but a moment later she was left screaming in horror when he pushed her against the shower wall again and trapped her body there with one strong arm on either side. When he had her pinned he snapped his head up and looked at her with a challenging glare in his eyes. Bringing his face closer to hers, so close that she could feel his breath flowing into her mouth he whispered in an even, soft whisper.
"I dare you to say it again," he said, keeping his voice low but showing her how violent of a mood he was in right now, how ready he was to tear her apart with how he pressed his body against her lithe form and he took long, deep shuddering breaths.
"I dare you…" he rasped, pressing his face into hers and letting the drops of water that had been travelling down from his forehead land on her rapidly drying lips. "I fucking dare you to say the words that you will not be my wife AGAIN," he growled filling her body with nothing but shivers as she stood at his mercy yet again.
Staring back at him with her mouth dry and her heart hammering in terror Sam knew she wanted to scream it in his face. She wanted to yell at him that she was right, she wasn't going to belong to him and her desire to do so only grew harder as she saw the corner of his lip upturn into a smirk after some moments had passed. As if he was confident she wouldn't really dare say the words now.
There was too much on the line for her he knew. Make him mad and she could lose her life, her virginity, her friends… the list went on and on. He knew she wasn't that stupid. He knew she may let everything else happen but she'd never be able to live with the burden of her friends' deaths and he was playing with that. He was playing with that as if was his favourite toy, one that she could not take away from him not now not ever.
Seeing right through him Sam looked at him with venom filled eyes. "You sick bastard," she spat hoping to hurt him but his smirk only widened once more on his lips.
"That all you got?" he said cockily not even pretending to be affected.
""You creep!" Sam roared but he only chuckled again.
Looking at him with her eyes narrowed into hateful slits Sam screamed again. "You'll never get what you want!"
Stopping laughing he looked at her with unimpressed eyes and spoke firmly. "Now you're making me mad," he said, clear threat in his voice only making her angrier than she already was.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Sam shouted even though she knew she shouldn't' be saying this. But she couldn't help herself. She felt as if she was a volcano just ready to burst. She couldn't keep it in anymore. Yes it had only been barely two days since he'd started this nonsense but that was two days too many. She didn't want to nor needed to put up with this nonsense. No it ended now. Right now.
"What are you going to do, huh?" she muttered wanting to hide her fear of him behind her loud voice and fake bravery.
But he was always able to see right through her and already knew that that was what she was trying to do; raise her voice to try and scare him away. Like he was some kind of mouse that would become frightened and leave. But she was wrong and he had to let her know that all this yelling was only going to land her with a painful throat and nothing more. That, and he didn't want a voiceless bride when it came time for her to declare that she belonged to him on their wedding day.
Hearing her still yelling at him, asking what the hell he could really do to her and getting tired now Scam shifted again and firmly put his hand above her head on the wall. And that simple action alone was enough to silence her.
Satisfied but deciding to give her the reminder she needed Scam smirked down at her. "Do I really need to remind you what I can and WILL not hesitate to do Sam?" he asked calmly as his smirk turned darker and his gaze turned coal dark with bloodlust, with lust, at this point she couldn't even differentiate between the two on his face.
Smirking deeper he continued. "What I won't hesitate to do to your friends, their fiancés, and most of all…" his eyes dripped down her figure like the flow of water but with all the heart of open, crackling fire. "To your lovely, untouched, little frame?"
She could only stare back at him wordlessly and when she tried to show how angry she was again all that left her lips was a scared, weak whimper.
Sealing her eyes in agony she didn't bother trying to speak again. Seeing her defeat Scam spoke with triumph lacing his tone. "Don't piss me off Sam. You won't like me when I'm angry."
"I already hate you," she growled, unable to stop herself from saying at least that much and wincing right after, afraid he' get mad but he only smirked at her. He didn't say anything simply standing there looking at her before he began to bring his head closer to hers again and Sam felt his lips inch closer and closer to her s in what she knew would be a rough, hard kiss to punish her for her last words.
She held her breath moving to jut her arms out and fight him off again in this endless battle to keep from getting to her when she stopped suddenly with wide eyes at the voice she heard calling to her.
"Honey! You almost done in there? Breakfast is ready!"
Her mom was home. Oh God her mother was home and Scam was here. Her eyes still as wide as saucers looked at him with worried, pleading eyes, hating having to do so but begging him silently not to make a scene in front of her mom.
He looked back at her saying nothing for a moment then another and scaring her as she wondered if he would do something to make her life an even bigger mess but suddenly he gave her a small nod.
"Go ahead honey," he said giving her permission. "Answer your mother."
Knowing better than to snarl at him for calling her "honey" right now Sam seized her chance and answered her mother as quickly as she could so that she would go back to the kitchen and hopefully continue not to hear anything that was going on in the bathroom upstairs.
"Ye-yes," she squeaked out. "I- I am almost done," she said and let out a deep breath of relief when she heard her mother's quiet footsteps move away from the where she knew she was standing, at the bottom of the spiral staircase that led to her room. .Her secret was safe…at least for now.
"Hmmm…." Scam suddenly said making her jump and quietly groan when she remembered that he was still here. He let out a small sigh. " I guess I have to leave now," he said filling her with hope, something he noticed and immediately dealt with on the spot. "I should say hi to your mom…" he held up a hand and smirked. "Sorry, my mother in law first, right? I mean it's only polite-"
"No!" Sam screamed before biting her tongue remembering she was trying to hide that she wasn't alone in her bathroom from her mother.
Taking no mercy on her Scam spoke calmly. "Why not Sam?" he said shrugging his broad shoulders. "She's going to find out eventually just like everyone else. Why not let it happen now?"
"No…" Sam said again, this time looking as if she was ready to burst into tears at any second. Deciding to give her a break only because he was starting to feel cold in his current state Scam chuckled softly. "Call me crazy but I just can't turn down that face," he said surprising her when he didn't call out to her mom like she had been waiting for him to do and instead placed a soft kiss on her forehead before exiting her shower after grabbing two towels from the rack.
Wrapping one around his waist he used the other one to dry his hair off all the while ignoring the girl who he knew was standing there wondering why he had done that, why he hadn't used her mother in his, what he was sure she saw as nefarious plan.
He didn't say anything not wanting to reveal his motives to her. It was too soon to open up to her. That would be too dangerous and too foolish. There was a reason why he was doing this in this way and he wasn't going to change his modus. Deciding to change the subject he let out a laugh when he noted in the mirror how Sam was keeping her head down to avoid seeing any part of his naked form.
"You know…" he said smirking at her image in the mirror. "You're so cute not looking at me like that," he said enjoying how her face flushed red and she said something under her breath that was obviously a swear word by how fast her lips moved.
Muttering a small "tsk" under his breath he kept his eyes on the girl in the mirror. "You'll have to look at me in this state one day Sam. One day soon to be exact," he said making reference to the "marriage" that he had declared would be happening between them sometime nearby.
And while she was glaring at him and averting her eyes to his body that he was shamelessly taking forever to cover up she wondered why he was saying that. Once again…why was he acting like there was actually, REALLY going to be a wedding? That he really intended to become her husband and make her his wife? Why was he making it sound like it was really going to occur? Like she was really getting married? Really getting married like her friends were? Married like she was supposed to as they had all planned for as long as she could remember? Like she so desperately wanted to but really wasn-"
She stopped that thought right there and shook her head, clearing her mind. It was wrong to think that way. She could barely even believe her mind had had such a thought that almost made it seem like she was jealous of Clover and Alex because they were getting married and she wasn't.
"Well I'm not," she muttered to herself quietly before turning her attention back to Scam and wondering once more what he was after. He had to be up to something. "I wish I knew," she thought, sighing before she paused recalling the earlier theory she'd had of him wanting to make her bear his evil seed. Shuddering Sam wondered if his evil ran that deep inside him that even his kids would turn out to be evil just because he was their father before she dismissed the thought knowing the answer was obvious.
YES, Scam's kids would be evil just like him and that was all there was to it. That, and the fact that she would not be their mother.
Now finished putting on his pants Scam was about to put on his shirt when he stopped and let out a low whistle that drew Sam's attention to him and when she looked she found him standing in front of the mirror looking at something on his chest and back. She r realized immediately what he was so focused on when he turned to her and pointed to his torso.
"You do realize what these make it look like, right?" He said, pointing to what Sam now knew were clearly the marks left from her nails on his skin, the same she had given him in her attempt to get him off her. She didn't even want to know where he was going with this.
Having heard no answer to his question Scam spoke again. "No?" he asked again before letting out a small chuckle. "God I love it when you act innocent.." he said before coming closer and staring at her with amused eyes. "But everyone knows when a woman scratches at a man's back or chest during an..." A grin formed on his face. "INTIMATE moment, that she wants MORE."
Sam's eyes went wide from horror as she heard what he's said. And she couldn't help but go pale on the spot. "Wh-what?" she squeaked out nervously but he felt no pity for her and just came closer until his breath was once again warning her soaked skin. Looking her up and down as she stood there wide-eyed and stunned with fear, Scam's lips stretched into a teasing smirk. "Contrary to what you say…" he drawled meeting her eyes. "It looks like you just can't get enough of me."
A dry gulp went down Sam's throat as she could only stare back at him with scared eyes, too rattled to even defend her dignity that he was mocking at this precise moment by basically calling her a slut. Liking how she was just standing there like a deer in headlights, Scam pressed closer to her making her finally move and take a step back but it wasn't far enough for her to avoid his grabbing her arm and pulling her ear to his lips.
Chuckling as he felt her shudder he tightened his grip on her elbow before breathing into her ear. "I like your efforts Sam," he whispered, confusing her until he continued with his mouth now talking against her lobe. "But I'm already turned on enough for you, thanks, I don't need any more persuasion."
Sam licked her lips and held her breath not even daring to breathe for fear of setting him off. He noticed that and smirked letting her feel the crevices of his cool lips tickle her ear in a way that only made her hold her breath even more. "You'll get me soon enough don't worry. I promise you that much," he said and Sam felt like her head was going to explode from lack of oxygen and bits and pieces of it would slide off the shower walls and land in the tub in a gooey pulp. She could not take much more of this.
Luckily for her, in the next moment he had released her elbow and stepped back from her. Grabbing his shirt he put it on, rolling the dark material over his abdomen before smoothening it out and tucking it into his jeans. Sam watched him quietly as he put on his jacket, his shoes and finally his watch and all the while her hope grew as she realized that he really was moving to leave at last.
But when he turned to face her again Sam wiped the smile of joy off her face and glanced at him apprehensively. She knew if she let him know just how happy she was he was going away he would change his mind about telling her mother or just turn around and stay with her just to make her miserable.
He cast her a smirk and cocked an eyebrow in her direction. "Bye for now sweetheart. Thanks for the nice, warm bed last night and the company in the shower." Straightening the collar of his leather jacket so it looked perfect he smirked at her deviously. "I'll be seeing you again tonight though I might be a bit late…" The smirk on his lips widened another inch. "Be a good girl and wait up for me in bed tonight, okay?"
Sam felt her face turn hot from rage as he stood there barking orders at her as if she was either his sex slave or better yet mistress who was supposed to wait up for him in bed for him to enjoy because that was her job or really his wife that actually gave a damn about when he'd get home and want to sleep with her.
But she said nothing to him because she could detect just how inappropriate his encounters with her were getting. He had gone from presenting her with a fake proposal and threatening her friends to now treating her like a cheap slut and she knew this had to end now. But she had to get rid of him first and then she'd be safe to try and plan a way out of this.
She bit her tongue to stay quiet and she was rewarded for her efforts when he finally left the room, albeit with his smirk still dancing on his lips something she immediately ignored when she heard him open her window and jump outside. And the moment she knew he was gone from her home she let the breath she had been holding out of her lungs and whispered a silent thanks to god for making it happen.
Rubbing her arms she took deep breaths letting the oxygen move in out of her lungs as she just tried to wash what had happened here out of her mind. If she had thought he had lost it before now she was a hundred percent certain about it. And there was one more thing she was certain about that she had been unsure about yesterday when this had all began, when she had arrested him and put him in jail. This wasn't over, it was only just beginning and whatever he had planned in that corrupted mind of his was something he was serious about.
It was something that he was hell bent on having happen and that was why she had to stop him. No, telling herself he was kidding, sweeping this under the rug and trying to forget about it like she had yesterday wasn't going to work. A tremble roamed her flesh.
And neither was simply pretending to go along with his whims. Still feeling his grip on her elbow Sam bit her cheek knowing that one wasn't an option at all. Scam…his whims were dangerous and if she surrendered to them…she didn't even want to think about what would happen. A heavy sigh left her lips as she weighed out her options.
She couldn't tell Jerry and go to WOOHP against Scam because he'd kill her friends for it.
She couldn't pretend none of this was happening because Scam wouldn't let her.
And she couldn't give Scam whatever the hell it was he wanted from her because that scared her more than anything.
Just thinking about what part she played in his revenge plot against Jerry or whatever plot he had drawn up made her stomach knot with worry and want to throw up everything within it. Even more so at the thought of being raped and having to bear his child by force, something she got the sickening feeling over and over again was key to his plan. After all…why else did he propose to her? Unless he wanted her to have front row seats to when he destroyed WOOHP from under her nose and then wanted to keep her alive and in front of him so he could laugh at her failure for the rest of her life.
Or maybe he just hated her most and wanted to become her husband to have a license to torture her behind closed doors? Maybe he wanted to marry her then lock her up in a place where she'd never see the sunlight to pay her back for all the times she put him in jail? Maybe he wanted to put her through physical and mental isolation like he had endured in WOOHP's prison cells time and time again?
Realizing how many possible motives he had and how many horrific ways in which he could ruin her by marrying her Sam felt her heart sinking. She wasn't sure which one it was or if it was any or a combination of all of them, but one thing she knew for sure. And that was that Scam's proposal to her was not what a proposal should be. It wasn't an act of love. Whatever his reason was it had nothing to do with wanting to really be a husband to her.
Sealing her eyes Sam felt an unconscious part of her mind wander back to a memory she had buried in her past and a moment later she opened her eyes and frowned. She had been right three years ago when she had met him. He really was just a run-of-the mill terrorist and nothing more.
Yet somewhere deep inside her Sam felt it, a small pang, a needle-like stab of pain in her heart and a voice nagging in her mind that once again it was her who was unable to really gain a man's lifelong interest. No, Scam wanted her to destroy her. To pick her apart as if she was a rag doll and wipe the floor with her. He did not want to marry her because he loved her and wanted to spend his life with her. That much, that part she could see as clearly as cut glass.
That he didn't want her in the way Blaine wanted Clover and Darren wanted Alex. That he didn't really want to fulfill her every whim and protect her and love her-
Not that she wanted that from him -HIM- Mr. evil super villain, Mr. snake in the grass - anyway. No it wasn't him she wanted that from but from someone else…she had to admit it would have been nice. And for one moment she wondered what it would be like if someone had genuinely proposed to her instead of Scam's fake proposal, someone who she had known for the same amount of time so she'd be comfortable considering marrying him, someone who had maybe been hiding his feelings and waiting for the right moment to do this. Someone who wanted her not to be the only one not getting married and wanted her for real. Not for revenge. Not to hurt her or mock her but to love her. Love her like her friends had people who loved them.
"Why Scam? Why? Why? Why?" she asked herself in sheer agony. Never in a million years would his proposal to her be a real one. Not that she again, wanted it to be. A sigh left her lips. Which led her to her current situation. What was she gonna do about Tim Scam?
Hearing her cell phone ringing in her room she knew it would Clover and Alex on the other end wondering what the hold up was in her coming to meet them to help with their weddings like she, the maid of honour was supposed to be doing. She had to go.
Biting her lip, Sam took in a long breath before releasing it slowly. She really wanted to get this "Scam issue" over with and needed to think of how to do that because clearly just arresting him wasn't cutting it. She had tried that and he had gotten back to her in less than a few hours. She really HAD to deal with this now.
But then again if she didn't' show up her friends would wonder and that she couldn't allow to happen for all their sakes. Having made up her mind she moved to go get dressed while thinking, optimistically despite her bleak situation that maybe some fresh air and being away from the place where Tim Scam had molested her would help her think of how to stop him better.
Opening the door and walking into her room she let out another heavy sigh. At the very least, it would sure help to get the image of his undressed, soaked form out of her head.
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"These are…nice I guess but I want them in a different shade," Clover said to the florist who was helping her at the moment while holding up a rose and pointing to one of the soft, pink petals.
"But…it's pink," he said as if that was supposed to be good enough. Rolling her eyes, Clover threw him a dirty look and let out a huff.
"Look," she said calmly. "I want the flowers at my wedding to match my gown PERFECTLY, understand?" The man bit his cheek and looked at the rose she was still holding before glancing back at her. "But you said these were okay a month ago."
Clover let out a small groan before speaking in an annoyed growl. "Well yea that was before I realized I didn't like the wedding gown I had chosen a hundred percent. I chose another one and now these flowers don't match!"
The man threw her a tired glance. They really didn't pay him enough for the abuse her suffered at the hands of these crazy brides. "Well these are the last of the pink roses we carry in our selection and you rejected all the others and we don't really do custom orders, especially when there are only three weeks or so till the client's wedding so… I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry? Whaddya mean I'M SORRY?" Clover screamed right in his face leaving him to take a step back. Clover nearly crumpled the flower in her fist as she continued screaming. "Look pal! I am the bride here and I am not going to settle for flowers that don't match! Everything has to be perfect!"
Alex, who noticed people staring at her best friend let out a sigh before she grabbed the blonde's arm and yanked her a step back. "Clover, calm down!" she whispered.
Clover snapped her head at her and shook it. "I will not calm down! I want my perfect pink roses NOW!"
Alex rolled her eyes. "Clover forget it," she urged. "I mean it's not like you even have the colour from your new gown to show for them to match it with right now," she said, recalling how Clover had taken an hour extra to get ready to come here and then never picked up the swatch of fabric she had the dress boutique supply her with because she had been running to get to the florist on time.
Realizing Alex was right as she remembered now never putting the sample in her purse, Clover felt her face turn red. "Okay you're right I don't have it but that DOES NOT MEAN they are off the hook for creating me custom roses for my décor!"
Seeing that Clover was distracted for a moment the florist carefully tiptoed away only to be seen by her a moment later and soon she was screaming at him from halfway across the store, purse in one flailing hand and the bent pink rose in the other as she snarled. "Hey! Come back you! We're not finished!"
A giggle left Alex's lips as she watched her friend act like a possessed woman. Here she had finalized her flowers for her wedding painlessly while Clover had made a star attraction for the other customers out of hers. It was obvious to her that Clover was quickly turning into a bridezilla. She was getting married too but she wasn't nearly as obsessed with every little detail which was what made the way Clover was and had been acting ever since her wedding date was nearing even more hilarious.
Hearing Clover screaming at the man who had just ran away from her Alex couldn't help but laugh again as she glanced up and saw the man with his hands up in surrender as Clover lectured him for what he had done.
And in the back of his mind she was sure he was wondering who on earth would be ready to marry Clover.
Laughing again she turned to Sam and whispered, "I think Clover's finally lost it. This wedding is really straining her delicate mental balance," she said, smiling only to notice a moment later that Sam wasn't responding. In fact it didn't' even look like Sam had heard her.
Taking a better look at her other best friend Alex noticed how Sam was standing there looking at nothing with narrowed eyes and looking pale as if something was troubling her. And Alex bit her lip in worry as she saw her because even though she knew Sam had a big job as both their bridesmaids and maid of honour …she had been looking too tense for the last while and she couldn't help but wonder if something else was wrong.
Reaching out she took Sam's shoulder and gave it a light shake. "Sammie?"
A moment later Sam had snapped out of whatever she had been so focused on and was looking at her with bewildered, lost eyes. "Huh? What? What is it?"
Alex bit her lip harder as she realized one more thing just now. For the last two days…Sam had been staring off into space a lot too. And that certainly was not like their logical, focused best friend. Concerned even more she let out a small sigh as she kept her eyes on the redhead. "You okay? You don't really seem like yourself lately Sammie."
Hearing Alex's words Sam had to stop herself from cursing out at herself out loud. She was doing it again wasn't she? Yes she was doing it again. She was making it clear something was wrong with her. She was making it look like there was something going on that her two best friends in the whole wide world, who knew everything about her didn't know.
She had to stop it somehow, she couldn't let them know because if the caught on to the fact that yes, something was going on then they would get curious and try to pry the truth out of her and if they did, if she spoke then…it only took a brief recollection of Scam's threat to murder each and every one of her friends flashing in her mind to remind her that she couldn't let it happen. This was a battle she had to win on her own and her friends could not know.
Letting out a fake giggle she pulled away from Alex. "What do you mean?" she said too loudly to be normal making Alex raise an eyebrow. Realizing she was only making this worse Sam stopped laughing and spoke calmly. "Yea I'm good, don't worry so much."
Alex nodded her head but continued to look concerned. And Sam realized she wasn't' done when she spoke again. "But… you look so stressed out. It's kind of hard not to worry."
Feeling Alex's eyes boring into her Sam felt like her secret was about to be exposed. Panicked she looked around for a distraction to calm herself. She looked left and right and found her gaze suddenly pulled to a mannequin of a male. Thinking that staring at something might help her compose herself and answer Alex she kept her eyes on it, drifting her eyes down the figure.
She took her time calming down and pretending she was interested in the suit the mannequin had on until her eyes accidentally landed on the part of the mannequin where the shirt under the three-piece suit was unbuttoned to reveal the impression of a man's broad chest. And instantly she was reminded of a male torso she had seen just this morning up close. Closer than ever before.
Tim Scam's torso.
The image of his broad, soaked, toned chest flashed into mind along with the memories of the lines that made up the rest of his chiselled abdomen, as if it was carved from stone just like the rest of him. A man of stone; the description suited him inside out she realized. Not only was his mind as unrelenting as rock but even his form was as hard and tough as brick. Especially his-
A small gasp left her lips as she realized what she, or rather her mind was doing right now. Something so terribly inappropriate she was shocked at herself. And she had to stop and wonder if Scam had implanted some kind of chip in her brain at some point from the time he burst into her bedroom to the time he left that was now making her think of him, more specifically his body like this.
Feeling her face burning and Alex's stare on her hardening she moved her eyes off the mannequin swiftly and her eyes soon landed on Clover who was screaming like a banshee at the poor florist. Letting out a breath of relief she pointed at the blonde. "Not as stressed out as her," Sam whispered before turning back to Alex thinking that talking about Clover was a sure-fire way to change the topic. "What happened to her anyway?"
Alex blinked in surprise as she looked at Sam. How was it possible that she hadn't heard Clover's ranting when she was certain everyone had been able to hear it for miles, especially when all the other customers had been throwing Clover dirty looks and holding their hands over their ears when she turned her back on them. Then how had Sam missed it? Unless her mind had been elsewhere this whole time…
"You didn't hear?" she said, sounding shocked. "They just said they can't give Clover custom made pink flowers with her dress pattern on the petals."
Sam blinked her eyes slowly as an eyebrow rose up. "…That's what she's screaming for? Seriously?"
Watching Alex nod her head Sam took a small break from her thoughts about Scam and thought about how Clover was so hell bent on having everything her heart desired no matter how unreasonable it was. Then for some reason she couldn't help but feel it again just a tiny hint of what she hated to acknowledge as but knew was jealousy and envy. And before she could stop herself she had mumbled, "Isn't it more than enough that she is getting married?."
Alec's ears perked up at what Sam had just said and she looked at her with wide eyes. "Sammie?"
Ignoring the way she knew Alex was looking at her, with a look of shock at just how bitter she could be sometimes, Sam thought once again of her failure to be a bride. Once again she was in a store full of brides to be, though not all of them as crazy as Clover but brides nonetheless. This was a wedding florist. She felt so out of place.
Lowering her head in shame she could feel it too. She could feel the weight of the Scam's diamond ring on her ring as if mocking her with its presence. Reminding her of what she wasn't. A bride to be like both of her other friends. Heck news had been buzzing that even Brittany and Dean were moving from being engaged to getting married too but she was stuck on the starting line.
And then as she was moping she had misplaced thought that she wouldn't dare admit even to herself in full consciousness. She knew she wouldn't be feeling out of place if, only if the proposal, the only proposal she had been given was REAL and not some twisted revenge plot she had yet to figure out.
Not that as she told herself clearly for umpteenth time today in case she was losing her mind, she wanted to marry Scam or anything. She just wanted someone as well, like her friends to spend her life with.
Sighing, her mind wandered back to the past and how she had always been the one who had had the most traditional, romantic conception of love and marriage and soul mates and yet…she was the one who didn't have any of that. And at the same time her mind told her if she was engaged to marry for real then Scam wouldn't have her in this position as a toy for him to play with in his strange game.
At least…she hoped he'd have enough decency not to. He wouldn't do it if she was to be someone else's and it wasn't because he had honour or anything but because Clover and Alec were not his chosen targets and the only thing that separated them from her, the only thing that made them different was that they were soon to marry unlike her. That was why Scam had chosen her to mock.
Hurt, she wondered if he knew about the pact she had made with her friends when she was little, to marry on the same day and was now laughing at her for it. "He probably does know," she thought bitterly choosing to ignore the fact that that had been a private moment between her best friends and her when she was five and Scam was no where near a part of her life. He would have been a late teen at that time and would have had no interest in her, a random red-headed little, girl. Unlike now when all he seemed to be interested in was ruining her life.
"Sammie?"
The sound of Alex's voice this time made it obvious she had picked up on something. Biting her lip softly Sam wondered if it was her loneliness and shame she had felt that was probably rolling off of her in waves. But she knew she didn't' want that either. Hell that was what she had been trying to hide before this entire mess with Scam began. She didn't want her friends to know she did wish in reality to get married and that her saying she didn't care was just a facade.
No she didn't want them to start dragging her to random, meaningless dates again in a mad attempt to find her a soul mate that she was quickly beginning to believe didn't exist. After all her soul mate would have to be her knight in shining armour. Despite being a strong, independent spy she had always had the fantasy to be protected by her soul mate and if he existed fore real where was he now when Scam was making her life a living hell? When he was violating her in the worst possible way and threatening to rape her and saying he was going to marry her and then do god knows what with her?
No where to be found was where he was and that just made her state of self-pity and isolation a hundred times worse.
"Okay, this being maid of honour for both our weddings is doing this isn't it? Because if THAT is the reason you're so stressed then Sammie, you don't have to be my maid of honour," Alex said jolting Sam out of her thoughts.
Looking at Alex in shock Sam saw all the guilt on her face as if she truly felt she was responsible for her misery and she felt awful. No not just awful, she felt gut wrenching guilt at making her best friend feel this way. It wasn't Alex's fault she didn't have someone to call her own. And it certainly wasn't Alex's fault that Tim Scam wouldn't leave her alone.
"Alex…" she started slowly, moving closer to the raven-haired girl and squeezing her shoulder while giving her a smile. "You know I want to be your maid of honour and Clover's too." Seeing Alex about to protest Sam shook her head and continued firmly. "I promise I will pull myself together," she said, speaking more to herself than Alex as she knew she really did have to pull herself together.
Ever since Scam had started this she had literally felt like he had knocked the pieces of her life down in a messy blow like a bowling ball did as it made a strike and left pins flying in every direction. She had to sort herself out and get a handle on things. Her personal failing in attracting a mate wasn't important right now and neither was Scams' scheme.
No all that mattered right now was that her friends make it down the altar three weeks and five days from now. That, THAT was all that mattered right now regardless of all the other baggage in her life right now. That was all that could matter.
"I will pull myself together," She said again, louder this time and Alex looked at her with doubtful, worried eyes.
"You sure about this?" she asked cautiously .
Sam only waited a second before nodding her head. "Absolutely,"
A small smile touched Alex's lips as she nodded seeming to believe her for now before she walked off to grab Clover who now looked as if she was just about ready to rip the florist's hair out by the roots.
Thankful for that, for Alex's trust in her, Sam made herself promise she would not let her friends feel this way again. In fact she'd be damned if she let Scam screw up their weddings like he had indirectly been doing for the last day or so by getting to her.
A tired sigh escaped her mouth. IF only, IF ONLY she could just postpone dealing with him until the weddings were over, Just until Alex and Clover went off on their honeymoons far, far away in some tropical paradise where they would be safe. No she didn't think he wouldn't be able to find them if he wanted but it would be much safer for them then than dealing with him now when her friends weddings , the weddings they had planned and waited for all their lives were at risk as well as possibly their and their fiancée's lives.
Which only left one viable course of action. She needed to keep him out. Scam needed to stay out of both her friends' weddings and her life. The reasons for that ranged from obvious to downright horrifying. As much as she knew she didn't want to marry him her mind had already been unfortunately wandering in bad places and making her long for a genuine proposal and she was quiet honestly sick of it. She was sick of these feelings of loneliness and failure and most of all Tim Scam.
She was convinced that he was to blame for everything. For her bitterness and moments of jealousy she felt around her friends who were glowing with the joy of their upcoming nuptials. And she was certain that as soon as she got him off her tail all would be well. She would go back to being happy for them like she was before this crap started and wouldn't even be thinking of marriage.
After all , after how much Scam was scaring her over marriage to be honest, she would be more than happy to be a bachelorette all life. Better not married than to be wed to a madman right? Better not being married than having to be with a man who terrified her to the depths of her soul right?
Better not to be wed than to be with a man who wanted to make her carry his evil children in her womb? To be single than to be stuck with a man who she wasn't' attracted to in the slightest, right?
In her head she saw him again looking back at her from over his broad shoulder, his chin and strong jaw line peeking over the edge of the collar of his black trench coat with his infamous domineering smirk on his face causing his high cheekbones to flaunt themselves on his handsome face as his sea foam eyes, half lowered as he kept them on her, glinted with dark amusement.
She sucked in a breath and pressed her lips together while she nodded to herself as she shuddered. Yep, definitely better not to b e married to HIM.
She inhaled softly then exhaled then inhaled and exhaled again. It was midnight now. She had gotten back home some hours ago and after arming her house against Scam with the use of high-security locks she had finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, content that at the very least now her home was a spot where he would not be able to enter and even more pleased with the fact that she was finally getting some much needed alone time.
Turning over in her bed to get more comfortable, Sam smiled placing the side of her head on her pillow and letting out a happy sigh as she relished the quiet, normal night absent of any surprises or any unwanted visitations.
But suddenly her eyes pressed harder in her sleep as she felt something new. She didn't know where it was coming from but…there was this sweet smell she was picking up now. It was there all around her, wafting into her nostrils continuously.
Furrowing her eyebrows in her sleep Sam couldn't help but note how overpowering it was. Like she was drenched in this fragrance herself. Like she sleeping outside instead of on her bed, Like she was surrounded by…flowers.
Inhaling deeper she was surprised to be greeted by the pleasurable scent of not just flowers but her favourite flowers:
Roses and lilies.
"Where….where is it coming from?" she wondered sleepily as she pressed her head closer into the mattress and took it in. Was she even awake? It felt like she was in a dream.
Deciding not to ruin this Sam kept her eyes closed and accepted that it was a dream, the kind of dream people often saw when they had been stressed out for days and finally got some much needed sleep, of being in a quiet meadow surrounded by nature's ambiance and nothing else.
But her belief that she was dreaming came to crushing halt when she felt something brushing against the base of her foot. And when she realized that it wasn't blades of soft grass from her dream meadow but a human fingers, warm, strong, muscular fingers her eyes flew wide open and she was ejected from her slumber.
Turning her head around swiftly she heard it crack but that was the least of her concerns when she saw a set of intentful eyes staring back at her and his perfect teeth set in a grin at the sight of her startled face.
He had gotten in. Tim Scam was here. Again. Oh God. Again….
"So…how do you like the flowers?" he said and Sam realized with her half scared to death mind that that was were the smell of flowers had been coming from. Her eyes glanced down at the mattress quickly and she noticed that her bed was covered with roses, blood red roses and white lilies. She could only wonder what the hell he was up to now but her question was answered with his next words to her, spoken in an intentful, rough drawl of lazy words.
"I picked them for OUR wedding. I trust you like them, they are your favourites after all…"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHH!" Sam screamed, a delayed reaction as she had already seen him but she couldn't help it. She was terrified. The flowers that she had been previously enjoying had now turned into torture instruments. He had come back again. He had gotten in despite her defences. He had come back and was still talking about THEIR WEDDING. He was here again at night just like he had promised this morning.
What…What on earth was she going to do? All she could think of right now was screaming her lungs out in the hopes of dispelling some of her downright fear of him. So she kept screaming like a child that had just seen the monster they thought hid under their bed each night finally emerge to attack them.
And she couldn't stop.
Hearing her screaming, Scam only chuckled liking how enthusiastic she was about seeing him. Reaching out he went back to stroking her foot not caring about how she was screaming her lungs out because her voice was always entertaining to his ears particularly when she was screaming with it. And all because of him? Well that just made it all the more enticing.
His fingers touched the underside of her foot enjoying how she shuddered when he pressed his fingertips into her flesh there. But his moment of pleasure was ripped away from him when her screaming ended and she began trying to get her body away from him by curling her legs inwards and aiming to roll off the bed. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic move Scam wasted no time in grabbing the ankle of the foot he had been caressing and yanking her back to him in one swift movement.
"Where do you think you're going?" he taunted looking down on her pale, frightened face.
Sam could only stare at him as he stood there over her in his dark jeans and black polo shirt, the buttons half undone and his chest straining at the limits of his collar while her heart did back flips inside her chest out of trepidation and horror. Weakly, she formed some words. "Wh-what are you doing h-here?"
He cocked an eyebrow at her before letting out a soft chuckle. "I don't answer stupid questions, love," he mumbled huskily before shifting his gaze from her face to her left foot that he was still gripping. Moving her foot up higher with his hold on it he brought it up higher and higher until he was able to place a kiss on it, at the spot under her heel leaving her to curl her toes inwards and bite her lip which made him smirk as he noticed how hard she had bitten it to keep in the urge to moan. Ignoring his smirk and pulling her teeth out of her lip Sam spoke again, louder this time. "I asked what you were doing here!"
"Right now?" he asked calmly before he walked his fingers up her leg and made her shut up. Watching her seal her mouth immediately at his touch he smirked deeply and continued teasingly. "I'm waking you up…." he whispered as his hand kept moving against her pale, warm flesh.
And as she lay there thrashing and writhing on the bed beneath him Sam clenched her eyes in agony as she cursed at her poor judgement yet again. How she wished she had listened to her instincts that had said he would come back to haunt her instead of her overconfident brain and wore pajamas tonight instead of small gown. His fingers were moving up higher on her leg, she could feel their slow but targeted path. She just wished she had the strength to stop him before-
A sharp gasp flew out of her mouth and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood when his hand reached her thigh. And much to her horror… he didn't stop there.
His hand kept moving, pushing up her gown higher and higher as it snaked up her trembling thigh before finally sliding into the area between her legs, a place no other man had ever wandered and it kept going, aiming to go farther until Sam realized her hands were free to move. Moving fast she shoved his hand back with all her strength and shot him a glare feeling violated only to be left screaming again when he pushed her back down on the bed.
She went sprawling down, crashing onto the mattress and before she had a chance to recover within the next second he had jumped right on top of her. Grabbing her arms he held them apart on surface of the bed and pressed down on the roughly while he peered down at her domineeringly.
And Sam felt the colour fly off her face again, her skin becoming a deathly white when she realized she was trapped again. When her brain fully accepted her reality that she was stuck Sam did the only thing she could thing of. She averted his eyes and began to pray not knowing what she could do now.
Scam watched her for a moment as she lay there so close to him in his grasp yet ignoring him before he reached out, grabbed her chin and snapped her head back around so she was facing him once more. And when she was he looked at her with disappointed eyes and let out a small "tsk" under his breath.
"Really Sam?" he muttered sounding annoyed. "Trying to sleep when I personally told you I'd be coming tonight?" He shook his head slowly. "Tsk tsk," he said again. "That's direct failure to obey orders, MY orders and you know that just isn't something you should do."
His eyes soon glinted with open malice as he dug his hands even deeper into where he held hers down and Sam bit her lip when she felt his fingers making imprints on her flesh. A violent shudder rocked her body inside out as she looked up at him with her eyes peeled wide in fear and dread. She wasn't even sure if her heart was beating anymore she was THAT scared.
Scam smirked as he brought his face closer to hers and took in her terror up close. The look on his face made it obvious he enjoyed it which left her shuddering once more.
"Well, well, well," he whispered as he eyed her face in a way that made her feel like he was going to eat her raw right there and then. Smirking wider he bent down and snatched up her lower lip, the one that was shaking like a autumn leaf in the wind in his mouth. He took his time sucking on it, ignoring her whimpers, wetting the crevices with his tongue, torturing it and making it swell before he spoke against it in a dark growl laden with arousal, "What am I going to do with you…."
She kept her eyes squeezed shut feeling suffocated as he just lay there on top of her with her entire body at his disposal. And even though she knew she should be trying to fight back right now or at the very least screaming for help…all she could do was whimper and shake as she just lay there like a helpless prey waiting for be devoured by its predator. She knew he wouldn't take it easy on her frame.
"By the way…" he whispered suddenly while his lips grazed the skin at her jaw line placing kisses when they felt like it along the way. "That was a cute attempt at trying to keep me out with all those locks.," he drawled while moving his head around and pressing his lips into her neck in a neat line that travelled all the way down to her heaving chest.
When he reached the edge of her collar he paused for a moment before using his teeth to draw it apart to access the cleavage hidden underneath and Sam bit her cheek hard enough to nearly bite off a chunk when she felt him place hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way down only stopping when his lips had kissed every inch of her breasts.
Pleased, he raised his head up and looked her in the eye as a feral smirk donned his lips making it obvious he was not about to apologize for anything he had been, was, or was going to be doing to her anytime soon.
"Needless to say though…" he whispered, leaving her to breathe in relief when he started to get off of her. But in the next moment she was screaming again when he seized her wrists in a harsh grip, pulled her body up with his and flung her over his left shoulder. "It didn't work."
Securing his hold on the back of her legs he held her in place, ignoring her screaming at the top of her lungs as he got off the bed and swiftly jumped out of her bedroom window in single bound straight into the waiting darkness of the night.
Moving towards his black car hidden somewhere nearby he smirked harder as he felt her struggling to try and break lose and get away from him. She was clawing full force at his back with her nails trying to rip into him and was screaming all the way as he carried her but all he could feel was how her exquisite breasts, the ones he had just tasted the skin of were squished against his back as she dangled over him helplessly and how beautiful her skin looked bathed in the moonlight where it shone on the skin of the smooth, slim legs that were splayed over his chest.
And he smirked to himself in deep satisfaction as he carried her away knowing what lay ahead of her for the next several hours. His eyes darkened at the thought. It was going to be a long, pleasurable night…
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*Ahem* ….So… slightly longer chapter than normal, right? Sorry guys. I didn't want to cut it off before this point because wanted to get at least this far and give you a decent chapter with some action after making you wait a year. :(. I hope no one minded this being long!
Anyway!
I am SO SORRY for the ridiculous wait. =( My semester ends soon so expect more (This story and others) soon. This was not planned to be a long fic (as in no 30 chaps I hope) so things will move at a faster pace than some of my other stories and things are gonna get…even more interesting relatively soon. If you, like Sammie dearest think Scam is evil now…just wait hehehe. :P That's all I can say for now. *shuts her mouth*
I need to shut up lol, I have a twist for this I am sitting on pins and needles not to throw into the mix earlier than planned. Lol
Anyways, please review so I know you wonderful people are still reading this and I should continue :D:D:D It's been a while so pretty please?
NOW I am going to go and hide just in case some of you are looking to kill me for the cliffy….I wonder if you do want to. Hmm…
Bye! XD
Cresenta's Lark (PS. The weird "oOo" divider is there because for some reason it just would not save the horizontal line there. Sorry about that!)