Le gasp! An update for an older story! How can it be?!
I kid. I actually am curious to see if anyone is still reading this so if you are PLEASE leave me a review or something so I know if you want more, k? Thank youuuuuuuuu.
And now for a shoutout.
To: BlackD
I did it! Actually I working on this before you messaged me so I'm not sure it counts haha. But here you are! An update before your birthday! But seeing how there is still a good amount of time … I may do another for you. We'll see :D I hope you like this one regardless!
QUICK REMINDER! This fic is rated M mostly for suggestive dialogue, dark subject matter, and some scenes (anyone who had read this far will already know this but still lol). So just putting that out there again just to not catch anyone off guard since it's been a while since I updated this! I mean it's not a full on lemon fic or anything (I still have yet to write one of those but it is on my to-do list as a writer haha) which is why I didn't rate it as such but it is probably my most "steamy" of written pieces thus far which why it has some more erm…"intimate content" than most of my other Sam/Scam stories. xD
Throwing her head from side to side Sam thrashed on her bed below the weight of Scam's body as she tried to fend off his barrage of endless touches and kisses. Which was even more impossible to do due to the fact that right now he had his hands gripping onto her waist hard enough that she could feel the digits of his fingers almost leaving permanent imprints while one of his knees kept her legs propped open under him to grant him access to her most forbidden body parts. Areas she never wanted her enemy touching.
"G-get off of me!" she cried out, rage and disgust clear in her voice as she urged for him to stop. But Scam either didn't hear her or once again just didn't bother to care.
"Now why would I do that, hmm?" he purred lowly as he kept himself exactly where he was on top of her and kept vandalizing her senses, not bothered at all by how much the girl under him was squirming as if having a demon exorcised from her body.
"Remember you promised me that you'd let me have you tonight And I intend…" he whispered hotly, his bare, muscular chest crushing hers as he'd long removed his shirt and tossed it aside and leaving her to gasp as he held her even harder, tighter beneath him, burying her into her mattress like a corpse under the ground. "To hold you to that."
"Ugh no!" she shouted in protest even if it was doing nothing to stop him. "I only said that to get you to leave me alone last night! I was never agreeing to let you do this!" she tried desperately explaining while fearing that despite all her attempts her words would just fall on deaf ears.
Unfortunately for her she was right.
A light chuckle left him. "You little liar…" he drawled." But he didn't sound as angry as she thought he would be at learning that she had lied to him. Instead he sounded amused. And she wasn't sure she liked that any better. And with his next words she realized that she absolutely didn't.
"You've been a bad girl. You should be punished," he uttered huskily making Sam's heart hammer inside her at the meaning behind his words and even more so when he suddenly separated his face from where it had been pressed against her bare shoulder and looked down at her with evil, dark eyes, swivelling with lustful intent.
His eyes pondered her pretty, scared shitless face before slowly moving down her body, taking his time studying it in a way very much like a predator would look upon his captured prey and try to figure out where to sink his teeth first to get the most succulent and satisfying bite. And trying to guess where that would be, Sam could only writhe against him harder as she tried to escape before he consumed her whole like the snake that he was.
Enjoying her wiggling under him because it only turned him on more, as did the pristine sight of her breasts bouncing up and down and side to side as she did that. His attention caught by them, he soon became fixated on her bra. The strapless navy fabric pushed up her luscious breasts and emphasized them even more.
Not that they needed any more emphasizing, he had been able to size up their fullness in the past even while she had always appeared to him wearing that god-awful green, spandex bodysuit that covered her from head to toe. His eyes did always x-ray her body after all and not even a suit of solid, metal armour would stop them from reaching her flesh if they wanted to. And they always wanted to.
"I have to say…" he mumbled huskily grinning all the while with his even, white teeth glinting in the darkness as if a black panther was baring its canines ready to pounce. "I really like your choice in underwear Sammie…"
A split-second later Sam hissed in a breath when his head snapped down rapidly and his lips reached her chest, his tongue darting out of his mouth and licking her as if she was his favourite dessert and he wanted to lap up every last bit. The tip of his tongue, hot and wet traced the topmost edges of her bra following along the exposed semicircles of her breasts and tracing them hungrily while his hands caged her waist again, his fingertips digging into her spine while the pads of his thumbs stroked the area around her navel in repetitive circles.
Not wanting to but failing in not reacting to his touches, Sam's eyes forcefully rolled back in their sockets while he did that and she wondered to herself in the back of her mind just how many women he had to have put his hands on, touched like this to make her, a woman who hated his guts respond like this.
Seduction, she realized wearily as she lay there battling with herself not to let out any type of sound that would egg him on to keep doing this to her, was another one of Tim Scam's twisted talents.
But when she felt his teeth gnawing the side of her bra, tearing at the left cup and the sound of lace being ripped off, she realized that he had more than just seduction in mind. A lot more. And she knew she had to stop him.
"St-stop!" she said, trying to sound firm but ending up stuttering badly from panic, fear, and the alcohol that was still plaguing her system slurring her words. "Stop t-touching me!" But Scam once more wasn't bothered by her demands for him to leave her alone. Instead he just smirked into her skin while releasing her waist and instead moving his hands on a path up and down all over her body, groping various parts of her and touching every inch of her skin as he began whispering to her in a dark, possessive tone.
"This…" he growled, cupping the side of one of her breasts roughly and looking into her alarmed eyes as he gave it a rub. "Belongs to me." His hand then moved across her stomach before moving down and settling on her thigh. Griping her left thigh in his hand he dug his fingers into it leaving her to gasp as he stroked and kneaded the inside while smirking harder as his voice grew rougher and more husky as he continued to play with her body contentedly. "This also belongs to me."
His hand moved to her face, gently brushing against the side of her cheek before his thumb flickered across her trembling lips outlining all the crevices he found there. "And these…" he murmured. Scam's hands moved again all the way down her form before this time travelling behind her and taking hold of her butt. Giving it a hard squeeze which left her gasping again he chuckled lowly clearly having the time of his life. "This as well…"
He leisurely took his time moving his hands up, down, across, all over her body over and over before he smirked again looking her point blank in her eyes with his own darkened like charred coal once he had finished exploring every millimetre of physique. "Your whole body belongs to me, got it?"
Squirming in his grasp Sam glared at him and at all the arrogance in his voice hatefully and tried again to free herself from his unyielding clutches. "L-let me go!"
A small scoff left him as he just watched her endlessly amused. "Why would I let go of something that belongs to me, hmm?" he said not moving a muscle, his voice sounding genuinely incredulous as if she had asked for something so truly foolish that he couldn't even fathom why.
"I-I don't belong to you!" Sam screamed outraged at even having to say this out loud because it was ridiculous for him to think that she did in any way, shape, or form but Scam only chuckled.
"Darlin'…" he drawled as he lowered down to her enticing figure again, the look on his face one of pure undisguised gluttony, of hunger, of unadulterated sin that made her mouth go as dry as desert sand in an instant.
"That diamond ring on your finger says otherwise…" he whispered against her lips before claiming them with his own roughly. Ignoring the sounds of objection the girl underneath him made against his mouth he kept kissing her passionately taking his time and enjoying it, getting his fill, breaking the kiss only when his head was swimming inside itself from lack of oxygen.
"Amazing…" he thought to himself as he recovered air into his lungs while wondering how much more so it would be had Sam kissed him willingly. His mind couldn't help but wander back to that one moment last night, to that that one kiss that although laden with hatred, malice, and the desire for vengeance instead of affection or lust towards him - when Sam had touched him willingly.
And it had been nothing short of incredible. Now if only his dear, golden girl, good goodie Samantha would just give in to him so that he could enjoy more moments like that one instead of fight with her for every measly shred of intimacy. Fighting for what he wanted was never an issue for him but from his fiancée? The only fight he wanted to fight with her was the one for dominance over her body in the bedroom.
A battle that he just knew she would enjoy him winning if she just gave him the chance. But her revolted, demanding shouts for him to get off of her made it obvious to him that that wasn't about to happen. Not yet anyway. No matter, he thought smiling to him himself as he eyed her body with needful eyes, he'd take his consolation prizes until then.
Planting a kiss on her collarbone he heard her scream louder in protest and he rolled his eyes having had felt how her skin seemed to melt under his lips while she herself continued to throw a tempter tantrum and act like she didn't like him touching her. And before he could stop himself he said what was on his mind now.
"You know Sammie? Sometimes I honestly think you just act like you don't want this justttttt to keep up your good girl act."
"Wh-what do you mean?!" Sam stammered, asking but already having a feeling that she didn't like where he was going with this.
Another chuckle left him as his palm moved up and down her sweaty, bare, inner thigh. "Come on Samantha…" he hummed as he looked into her eyes with a teasing expression on his face. "No man makes you feel the way that I do. Admit it."
"No man makes me want to kill him more than you do!" Sam fired back through gritted teeth like an angry tigress hoping to fend him off but Scam just threw his head back and laughed long and hard before bringing himself close to her again.
"So you admit that I inspire lust in you after all…" he said resting the tip of his nose against hers and rubbing them slightly together in an oddly affectionate manner as if trying to cuddle with her much like a kitty cat or puppy dog would, snugly, and warmly - things Tim Scam was not and never would be. And his next words proved that once more.
"Bloodlust…" he said, the end of the word clinging to his tongue before he let it go. "Is a type of lust you know? One of the greatest lusts actually." Controlling her need to shudder at his comment Sam just went back to shoving at him to try and remove him from her. But he had grabbed onto her like some kind of parasite that would latch itself onto its host's flesh and refused to let go until it devoured them whole.
Unfortunately for her, all her pushing and shoving seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever. He didn't do anything to retaliate against her attempts. No, he just lay there with his body over hers and let her do that while smirking smugly at the fact that no matter what she did, she couldn't make him budge an inch. Making a show of the fact that he was much too powerful for her and always would be.
"You know…." he spoke again running a hand through her hair and letting his muscular fingers get tangled up within her red, silken strands which he'd always had a liking for because it reminded him of blood; his element. "I may be the criminal between us but it's YOU who should be in chains Sam," he said now slightly pulling at the roots of her hair and leaving her to bite her lip as she became frightened.
Was he planning on tying her up too now? Her stomach churned as she remembered how he'd handcuffed her last night with no hesitation and she knew if given the chance he would probably use more than just those to restrain her while he did god knows what to her.
"You're dangerous…" he continued while looking down at her in an almost possessed way, his gaze hooded and his orbs glossy, his eyes looking like crystal marbles instead of human eyes. "It should be illegal you know, to be so damn…" he placed his face in the crook of her neck and took a long breath inwards as if trying to get high off of her before he finished his thought. "Intoxicating to make men lose their minds."
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes couldn't help but widen at that. And she knew Scam had completely lost his sanity if he had ever had any in the first place. What rubbish was he spewing? She didn't have that effect on men. If she did then they'd be lining up and down the block for the chance to be with her.
But no, she only tragically seemed to have that unwanted effect on just him. Ever since he'd forcefully announced to her that he was going to marry her, he acted as if she was the sole supply of oxygen to his lungs and that he would drop dead and die if he had to stop being around her for even a mere second. That could only explain why he stalked her every breath with every breath of his own. As if he was entranced with her, helplessly addicted…
But he was a psycho anyway.
Opening her mouth she was about to tell him that but then she stopped herself knowing that it wouldn't do anything but make him laugh or anger him, and seeing that he was on top of her right now she really didn't think that she wanted to provoke either reaction out of him. Instead she focused on trying to make him leave her alone, something she'd failed in doing so far but she refused to stop trying. Remembering that he thought that he anger towards his advances was false front and that secretly liked his attention, Sam spoke frustrated.
"You think that this is flattering me?" she spat. "Your-" Sam winced and bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed to stop from reacting with a moan when she felt where his lips were right now, kissing down her cleavage with blazing fever. "Compliments?!" she hissed wondering if that was even she should be calling what he was saying and doing to her because they sure didn't feel that way coming from her worst enemy.
"Isn't it?" he said continuing to kiss all over the exposed regions of her chest. "Isn't this what you want?"
"Are you OUT. OF. YOUR. MIND?!" Sam hollered loudly, hoping that maybe if she sounded offended enough with his nonsensical suggestion then maybe somewhere inside his head the screw that had gone missing around a week ago when he started harassing her would reappear and he would go back to just being her enemy the way he used to be. To when it made sense and she knew how to deal with him.
Of course she had no such luck.
"Oh come on…" he smirked against her skin as if he didn't buy her outburst at all. "You want someone to notice you." Rolling her eyes Sam was about to tell him that he was the last person on earth she wanted to be "noticed" by. But his next words stopped her right in her tracks.
"You want nothing more than to be just like your friends. To have a fiancée to go home to. You want someone share your life with…" he said now looking her in her eyes, the expression on his face that of a person examining something with great attention. As if he were reading her expertly.
"You want to hear some man tell you how much he wants you. To tell you how much he wants you more than anyone else in the world, to show you how much he loves you just like Blaine does to Clover, and Darren does to Alex."
Taking her silence as a sign that he was right (not that he needed any confirmation because he knew her better than she thought he did, maybe even better than herself) Scam went on. "It's why you're drunk tonight you know," a pointed expression unfolded across his face. "Because you were jealous," he stated plainly as if it were a fact and not a guess he was making towards the trigger point of her uncharacteristic drunkenness this evening. "All night long people were gifting your friends and wishing them well for their upcoming nuptials…"
A small smirk now tugged at the corner of his lip as he looked at her mockingly. "And then there was you…" a look of practiced false pity crossed his features. "Poor, little you in the middle of it all standing there with a big, fake smile stamped on your face. Saying things such as oh, I'm so happy for you Clover. Oh, I couldn't be more happy for you Alex." His smirk widened tauntingly. "While deep down you were frowning away, you were burning up with envy, hoping and praying that this bridal shower … had been for you."
Sam's eyes widened at his suggestion and she lay there for a moment completely speechless not knowing what to say. No… no he couldn't be right. No! She couldn't be jealous, she couldn't be envious. She wasn't allowed to be any of those things… she was a much better friend than that.
So what if her friends had been getting all the attention in the world? Being pampered left, right, and center by their friends, colleagues, parents, and fiancées? Walking around with pre-wedding glows on their faces? Smiling as if they had found true happiness in life and she hadn't-
Stopping herself there as she realized that she was indeed sounding jealous now, Sam bit her cheek hard as if to punish herself for doing that, feeling just the slightest bit left out and proving Scam right. Because he couldn't be correct. No she refused to accept that he could ever be that when it came to her. It was a lie! None of it was true! And wanting to believe that and only that she found herself again lashing out at him.
"Stop trying to twist this around like the master manipulator that you are Scam!" she shot back glaring heatedly. Seriously how dare he say this about her? Make her out to be that kind of person? To be so…petty.
"I am happy for my friends not jealous and the only reason that I drank any alcohol tonight was because it was YOU that I was trying to drink away! Not Clover and Alex's joy and my own misery!"
Listening to her Scam couldn't help but shake his head a bit at her antics. He knew he had hit a nerve with what he'd said no matter how much she moaned, and groaned, and whined, and screamed and stomped her feet like a child to make it look like he hadn't. No, he knew he was onto her. He always had been. And she didn't like that. And he … didn't care.
Kissing her for a moment just to shut her up this time, he waited for a few before speaking again, his mouth speaking against hers. "Come now…" he sucked on her lower lip vigorously for a long moment before pulling his mouth away from hers and a soft, "smacking" sound filled the muted silence in her bedroom between the sounds of both their uneven, racing breaths. "Samantha…you're much too smart to be that naïve. Or maybe you are desperate enough to convince yourself of that BS just to make yourself feel better."
His arms moved and seized her hips, pulling her flush against him as he grinned away. "But you won't convince me," he announced damningly as if sentencing her to life imprisonment with no parole. "See, I'm much too smart to be duped by such senseless drivel. You have to know by now that it won't be so easy to get rid of me. Trying to drink me away like some kind of bad nightmare?" He cocked an eyebrow at her warningly. "Not going to happen because I'm very…" He paused and kissed her neck hotly. "Very.." he whispered kissing rougher and higher up near her chin. "Real. And you should know that after all this time." Scam now licked her earlobe as if to prove it while Sam couldn't help but tremble in his arms like a leaf caught in the most turbulent of arctic winter winds.
"So this lie that you got drunk because of me is bullshit honey. And only bullshit. You and I know both know that you are sad, you are lonely and that's because you feel that you are unwanted. That you aren't as desirable as your friends are."
Pulling back and looking into her eyes again he gave her a small smile. An actual … smile. And it shocked her straight down to her core.
"But you're wrong," he said adding to her awe. How was she wrong when she was in fact all those things? Lonely, sad, unwanted, and very much undesirable? She had to be all those things to have not found herself a significant other, a life mate yet like every other one of her friends and girls she knew of marriageable age.
"You're not lonely because… I am here Sam," he said suddenly making her take an abrupt halt in her private depressed thoughts and listen to him with wide, stunned eyes like a deer in headlights. Noting the expression on her face in the back his mind he went on. "And you're not unwanted because I want you. You and only you," he said fiercely, strongly…almost sounding confident about it. Almost sounding like he…meant it.
And as such it left her breathless. And somewhere deep within the confines of her chest she felt- just for one fleeting moment she felt her heart skip a beat. But that was only before she scolded herself for it severely and forced it to beat normally.
This was wrong. It was wrong. What the hell was wrong with her?! He was her evil. He was her enemy. He was Tim Scam. TIM SCAM! He was just using her! He just wanted to hurt her! And that was the reason why, the only reason why he wanted- why he was lying that he wanted her!
Accepting that as the gospel truth Sam collected herself before shooting him a glare. "Why don't you just pick someone else!" she muttered venomously, wanting him to use someone else, anyone else for his convoluted games instead of tormenting her day after day, night after night.
Scam blinked for a moment before pushing the disappointment he was feeling right now to the back of his mind. For a moment he could have sworn he had seen realization on her face, a look of understanding as to what he really wanted from her. As if she had understood the message he was trying to convey to her without putting it completely out there. But of course Sam was too stubborn to go there just yet. But he was more stubborn than she was and he wasn't about to give up until she did.
Letting out a small "pfft" he shot her a quizzical glance. "Like who? Clover?" he said, his face turning quickly repulsed as if he had swallowed half a lemon. "The stereotypical dumb blonde who makes me want to just shoot myself right in the brain so that I don't have to hear her valley girl accent? I can't even put into words how excited I was when she finally quit WOOHP so that I didn't have to deal with her again."
Sam's jaw dropped open at his rude comment towards her best friend. Not that she was surprised. He had after all, left Clover that offensive wedding gift at the bridal shower to secretly show her how much he liked her. Not at all.
"Or Alex?" he continued with no regard for the look on Sam's face that told him she didn't like him picking on her friends like this. She had wanted him to answer her question hadn't she? Well he was responding to it. "She's sweet, but childish and clumsy. So clumsy in fact that it's almost…irritating."
"Scam-" Sam growled firmly, having had it with him by now but he just cut her off and kept talking. "Or Britney?" he mentioned, remembering the few brief encounters he had, had with the lesser known spy. "She's smart, sure. A good spy but not the best like you. And she thinks just a little too much of herself."
Shaking his head no his eyes settled squarely back on her face and he shrugged his broad shoulders. "No thanks, not interested in any of them. I'd much rather have you Sam." His eyes got a strange look in them as he looked at her. And if she didn't know him better than that she might have almost kid herself into thinking that it was … affection.
"You're mature…" he commented knowing that she was the most in her spy friends and that had attracted him to her always. "Feisty," he added easily remembering all the times she had combated him on past missions and also how tirelessly she continued to fight him now even when she couldn't win. "Shy…" he said watching how she still had a small blush on her face even though she was struggling so hard to mask the redness on her cheeks as being that from anger instead of a natural reaction to his flattery. "Loyal…" he piled onto his list knowing he had never met any woman more devoted, more dedicated to her friends or anyone that she cared for more than her.
"And gorgeous as hell," he breathed out never once looking away from her, never once being able to tear his gaze away from the woman that had thoroughly enraptured him and Sam just lay there with all the wind knocked out her lungs when he further stated that it was her that he found to be the perfect combination, the perfect package for the perfect wife.
Taking a moment to gain her composure, it taking a disturbingly long amount of time for her to recover from his compliments, Sam ignored them and instead focused only on his mockery of her friends. He was such an asshole. He made fun of them all so well, so effortlessly as if he kept his insults at hand just ready to use, as if he thought that talking down about them would make her like him more. Well it didn't.
And he also made no sense in giving them to her. Because while he wanted her to believe his phoney praise that she was the greatest thing since sliced bread, she remembered for the umpteenth time that she was the only girl out of her friends who was not engaged. Except to him. Against her will.
A small, shaky sigh leaving her she wondered to herself pained if this was it. If this was her sad, romantic fate. To attract no one? And if somehow managing to attract one guy, then for him to be a total weirdo like him? Ugh, she'd rather die a virgin.
"It's not lost on me how good we'd be together Sammie," he said obviously still on his absurd tirade about her being "perfect" for him. "We're so much better matched than any of your friends and their silly love interests. Just think about it baby..." he purred in a way that it made her nerves tingle and left her nearly biting off a chunk of her cheek to suppress a scream when he shifted his head and began to lick her throat seductively. And soon he had her panting under him as he rubbed his bare torso against her nearly naked one and held her so tight to him that she felt their bodies were morphing together as one, as if they were having sex without actually having it.
"Us being together, how much we could achieve," he suggested and Sam wondered if that was a clue about his sick plan. To corrupt her? Make her evil like him? Make her the Bonnie to his Clyde and then rule the world with her by his side? As his evil queen? Even if Scam hadn't ever seemed that type of villain in the past, it wasn't that farfetched now was it? After all he had already forced her to keep more secrets and tell more lies than she had since she was born.
But when he opened his mouth again and spoke she realized that his brain was far more in the gutter than that. Far more.
"You and me being together, becoming one. Our…" his teeth lightly scraped along her collarbone leaving her to whimper a little. "Our genes combining…" he drawled lowly. His voice smoky and distractingly alluring, as if trying to lull her to seriously play out this scenario he was wanting her to imagine in her head. To just close her eyes and daydream about it for his sake.
"Just think of the babies we'd make," she heard him say bluntly a second after and felt herself involuntarily jerk beneath him not being able to not react to that.
"Oh god!" Sam thought her eyes nearly popping from her sockets, not having had seen that coming despite having tried her best to prepare for more of his lecherous advances towards her.
Taking no mercy on her obvious discomfort he just kept going. "If we had a boy… he'd be a force to be reckoned with. Strong like me, stubborn too, and smart like the both of us," he mused telling her of their fictional children that he had dreamt up for them both. "And if we had a little girl… she'd be beautiful like you. She'd have almost all your facial features. Your nose, those, pink pouty lips, but she'd have my eyes. They seem to be passed down from father to child in my family."
Sam's throat was so dry by now that it hurt to breathe. "Though to be honest…" he said and she felt him grin against her throat as he nipped on it. "We'll probably have both, a boy an a girl. Boys and girls. So many of them. A small army perhaps. Heck I even have their names picked out."
"Y-you think of that?!" Sam couldn't help but squeak out at this point, unable to stay silent any longer. He thought of having kids with her? Like a real couple about to be married would? Planning out a future like a guy who was actually about to make her his wife?
Wait…he thought of … he imagined…them sleeping together?! It wasn't a huge shocker at all seeing how he behaved around her and talked to her but to say that it bothered her that he thought of doing that with her, would be an understatement of epic proportions. Even if he was on top of her right now, trying to make his disturbing, filthy wants for her a reality.
A small, short chuckle rumbled from his throat. "Of course I do sweetie. I've got our whole future planned out in intimate…" he paused there to kiss her again somewhere on her flesh and by now she had lost count of how many times he had put his lips on her. "Detail."
His hands trailing up and down her body again and doodling on her skin he shrugged once more. "I mean what kind of lover, fiancée, or future husband would I be if I didn't think of you all the time?" Drawing his name across the delicate, milky skin just under her bellybutton as if once more branding her as his in one more way, he whispered to her again.
"I do think of you my darling. I think of you every second of my day." His eyes drifted back to hers as he smirked his infamously provocative smirk at her. "And that's how I know that you do are lonely. So very alone."
"If I wasn't alone you wouldn't be able to do this!" Sam hissed not missing a beat but for some reason he just laughed at her again as if she was a clown from a circus. Chuckling from the pit of his throat he moved again against her body and pressed his open mouth to her jugular vein, the sharp edges of his teeth nearly piercing her like vampire fangs.
"You really think that?" he asked. "You're sooo cute if you do. After all these years you wouldn't really know me if you honestly believed that would stop me. You having a boyfriend that is. Believe me Samantha…" he murmured pressing her body under him in a way that plastered all her curves to his form, as if he was silently reminding her that every part of her was his and only his to have and to hold for now and till the end of time. "You're lucky you don't have a man in your life because mark my words, I'd pity the poor soul if he existed because I would make him regret ever being born."
Sam gulped dryly as he continued threatening her nonexistent lover as if he were real and not just a figment of his angered mind's eye and showing that he was ready to murder him for it, for committing this crime, this immense mutiny against him. For wanting her. Wanting what he'd decided was his.
"I'd make his life a living hell until the day he wised up and let you be with the man that's destined for you… me," he declared possessively. "Do you know how many times I have plotted to kill off your little boyfriends Sam? The ones you had in the past? How often I longed to break every, last one of their brittle, bones?" he hissed, malice and ill intent dripping from his dark tone like spilt obsidian ink.
And Sam couldn't help but become even more afraid of him than she already was because he sounded so much like a true psychopath right now. As a man who had killed and pillaged so much throughout his life that he could do it now without flinching. Do it in his sleep. Carry out the perfect assassination.
And it terrified her to the very depths of her soul and made her fear constantly for her friends', her sisters' lives, the same he had threatened to take, to hurt if he didn't end up getting his way with her. Threatened in this exact, eerie manner.
"I planed it all out in elaborate detail just how I would stop their breaths forever if they didn't leave you alone. Heh, it used to keep my brain occupied in my jail cell when I was bored along with endless thoughts of making you mine. But luckily none of your little relationships got any further than a kiss, and good for them because had they made the colossal mistake of daring to take what was mine, they'd regret it so very much."
He seemed to calm down a little bit as he said the next part. "But you see Sam, it was almost as if fate knew that you were my property, that you knew and that was why you saved yourself for me," he cooed pressing closer to her in a way that she could feel exactly what he wanted to do to her. And it made her want to vomit.
"And to be honest even those kisses you gave to your little boy toys would bug me. I'd be more than eager to peel their lips off their faces with pliers for ever kissing you if it wasn't for the small fact that in the last week I have kissed you more times than you have been kissed by any other man or men combined in your entire life."
He gave her a look right then, much like someone looking at an object that was theirs to use and only theirs alone. Like some kind of prized possession. "And also the fact that you'll never kiss another man again with those luscious lips except for me."
Pressing his nose right into hers he looked at her with half closed eyes, the darkness of danger mixing in with the darkness of lust in his stormy gaze as a warning formed in them as he remained over her in a push up stance enclosing her body in his constrictive grip and making sure she went no where away from him.
"No I won't have my woman being a little slut. No, no…I'll never accept that. Unless of course…" he trailed off raising his eyebrows at her suggestively while giving her a wolfish grin. "You want to be my little slut. That would be just fine with me. In fact I welcome that," the grin on his face became more apparent. "I welcome the thought of you being my little tramp."
A growl of raw rage left Sam's mouth and she began to thrash against him again trying to get her arms out from under him to slap him hard in the face for that. His arrogance sickened her. Who the hell did he think he was? How dare he?! Who did he make her out to be? Mandy?! Some other classless bimbo, that she would ignore how much she loathed him and give in just because he touched her? Because it sometimes felt good? Never!
"In your dreams!" she screamed, trying to knee him but being unable to free her leg from under his. Her fury only mounted when she heard Scam laugh at her again still failing to find her anything but entertaining.
"Oh Sammie," he said with heavy levels of amusement in his tone,. "You know I'm not some docile daydreamer. I like to make my dreams come true. Wanna see how?" he smirked before attacking her body with his all over again. A strangled gasp left Sam's lips, it was getting harder and harder to breath and think with Scam's six-foot-some, muscle-bound form crushing her. She had to get him off her now before she suffocated to death.
"Get off of me you bastard!" Sam raged , glaring daggers and thrashing under him more violently than ever. Her hands fisted his cropped hair and pulled it as hard as she could, ripping out some of the chocolate- coloured, velvet strands as she tried to cause him pain. Her fingernails located the bare skin of his neck, his chest, his back, and his rest of his torso and she began to take advantage of his shirtlessness and pinch, pull, claw, and puncture his flesh aggressively as she tried to use every part of her to break free of him.
Only becoming further turned on by her doing that (touching him), Scam closed his eyes and whispered to the woman stuck under him huskily wanting her to stop fighting it and just let him do this to her now. Put an end to his aching. Let him make love to her. He hadn't come here for a wrestling match. "Just relax Samantha, this will be a lot more pleasurable for you if you do."
But she didn't listen to him, instead screaming loud enough to blast his eardrums sky high.
"I mean it Scam! Get the hell away-"
He kissed her then, stopping her from speaking anymore. His mouth took full possession of her open one and he used his body to strap her down tight on the covers of her bed. His hands found hers which were still attacking him ceaselessly and swiftly pulled them off his body. Holding them in his even though she was twisting them in his grip clearly wanting him to let go, his steady, powerful fingers forced her shaky, slender ones to intertwine with his before he placed one of her hands, now held captive by his, above her head and the other somewhere on the bed near her waist.
Pressing them down hard and locking her into place he began to kiss her again all over her body but more tender, more gentle this time than before. Pushing himself up a little to reach, he kissed her wrist before placing soothing butterfly kisses all down her arm, her shoulder, her jaw, and the base of her neck. Tasting the salt of her skin and her sweet sweat. His kisses were no more than a few inches apart, his lips painting an invisible trail that outlined the shape of her fully.
Reaching her collarbone he took his tongue out his mouth and began to lick small shapes and spirals into her white flesh and it gave him satisfaction when he felt her skin beginning to burn and melt under his touch despite all her resistance. His eyes taking a quick peek at her face he further pleased to find her eyes now closed, an oddly peaceful expression on her face.
And right then he also took note of the fact that she had stopped moving, stopped trying to fend him off. She was no longer throwing her body around like a mouse stuck on a glue trap fighting for its freedom before it was executed, nor was she trying to hurt him. She was just laying there … surrendered to him.
Feeling optimistic at that he continued onwards kissing her more, his lips moved further down her shapely, spy-trained figure and landed on her chest. He took his time kissing every square inch, all over the ample curve of her left breast and then her right before lazily moving down the valley in between them. He itched to rip off her bra and plant his mouth, his tongue on other more tantalizing areas hidden underneath its fabric that would elicit a greater erotic reaction from the redhead in his embrace but decided against it for now. He didn't want to push his luck too much just yet.
Skipping over the skimpy cloth he moved his mouth down towards her stomach. His lips now followed the lines of her ribcage, then of her abs that were apparent but not overbearing on her exquisite, well-maintained, feminine frame all the while feeling her dissolve more and more in his hold, deliquescing like a wax candle once set aflame and becoming hot goo. Encouraged now more than ever he got a risky idea. But it was one that he wanted to, needed to do just to see what would happen.
Carefully, sneakily, he freed her hands and let them go entirely before kissing his way down the rest of her body. Down her ivory thighs, her knees, all the way down to her toes before glancing back at up at her to see if there was any change in her reaction, if she had noticed what he had done.
But much to his surprise and delight she was still just laying there. But she was no longer looking calm or relaxed. No, this look was different. She was now looking…aroused.
Beads of sweat had broken out like dew upon rose petals across her forehead. Her face was flushed, her lower lip was caught between her teeth biting it harshly to contain her yearning to let out a moan, and her eyelids were fluttering every few seconds as her breath left her mouth in short, raspy, ragged, puffs of hot air. Her slim fingers were grasping and pulling at the covers violently,. threatening to tatter them while her back was lifted off the bed at an angle, subconsciously arching upwards to be closer, to have more of the source of all the pleasure that was coursing through her mind and body right now….
Him.
And he knew he could satisfy her so much more if she would just let him go all the way with her like he was just dying to. But he couldn't help but wonder if it was just his eyes being clouded by the tunnel vision of his appetite for her and seeing what he wanted to see or if she was truly turned on for him right now.
Wanting to confirm and knowing she was distracted right now to stop him as her spy self should be stopping her foe, he made his move. His hands brushed against her ankles, caressing them before moving up her long legs slowly and stealthily until he reached her knees. And slowly, very slowly, he parted them just slightly…
And his eyebrows shot up at what he found.
Even in the dead darkness of night in her bedroom due to all the lights being off and it being close to 3 AM now, he could still see it in the dull moonlight. He could still see that trail of moisture, of dampness that had pooled at a particular spot on the lacy fabric of her underwear in the space between her legs.
Unable to help himself from feeling triumphant and vindicated, happy beyond words that his Sam did indeed want him as he had always suspected, before he could stop himself he spoke with pride all over his words.
"Well, well, well…" he smirked widely still staring at the revelation she'd just given him unable to look away from a sight he loved all too much. "I'll have to say I'm pretty darn close to having my dream of you becoming my personal whore come true Samantha."
Sam's eyes instantly snapped open as she was brought back to reality. The sudden haze that had overtaken her mind out of nowhere cleared up and she became aware that Scam was no longer holding her down on the bed as his prisoner. Immediately she pushed him away from her with more brute force than she or Scam thought she had in her, so much so that he actually ended up falling off her bed with a low grunt of surprise.
And she sat up slowly with her knees shaking, and wrapped her arms around herself as she huddled her form as if trying to hide inside herself from shame. Pressing her legs together she tried to ignore it, what Scam had just said but she couldn't because she could feel it. She could feel how…wet she was and it downright disgusted her that this vile hooligan and all his dirty advances made her body react in the way it did.
Turned her on.
She was losing her mind.
"Why do you always have to go and ruin a good thing Sammie?" Sam heard Scam almost moan at her for spoiling all his fun. And she turned her head to look at him to find that he had picked himself up from his tumble already and was currently sitting next to her bed on the floor on his knees with his face resting on his hand, his bicep propped up on the edge of her mattress as he looked at her with nothing but thirst as transparent as clean glass in his eyes.
As if he really just wanted her to pull him back onto the bed with her, pretend she had been joking about ever giving a shit about him being her enemy and let him fuck her endlessly, let them consummate like bunnies. His brown hair was ruffled and messy from her pulling at it and there was a small pout on his lips, a puppy dog look in his oceanic eyes.
Strangely enough he almost looked like a little boy right now, the look on his face was near identical to a kid who had just been sternly told no by his parents when he demanded a shiny new toy he had been dreaming of owning for a while, something all his friends had and he was the only one left out.
But when it came to him it wasn't so innocent. No, that toy he wanted to have wasn't something found in a store made of plastic and able to be purchased with a few dollars… it was her he wanted to entertain himself with.
And it couldn't ever happen.
He watched her unblinkingly for a moment more before sighing heavily from deep within his lungs. "What? Did I go too far?" he asked even though he knew he had purely from the look on her face which looked nothing less than distressed and wounded.
He sighed again before remembering that he had something for her that might cheer her up. A present he'd purchased so that his lovely fiancée wouldn't feel completely left out due to not having a bridal shower to celebrate her upcoming marriage along with her friends' weddings .
Because sadly any bridal shower she'd get to have for the joyous occasion of marrying him would probably have to happen at gunpoint to get her friends to cooperate and get on board with "Sam/Scam." And he wasn't sure she'd be down for that any more than she was with becoming Mrs. Samantha Scam without his playing matchmaker in the tireless way that he was. No matter, he was sure she'd appreciate at least one gift even if it was just from her darling husband.
Saying nothing he got up and walked into a dark corner of her room before returning with a gift box a moment later. Smiling he held it out to her but Sam didn't even look up. She just sat there staring at her bare feet still looking miserable and sad at almost having given into temptation and nearly giving herself to him just a few short minutes ago.
Something she really shouldn't be ashamed of (wanting to be physically loved by him, seeing that was his job anyway with him being her soon to be husband and all) but he knew she wouldn't see it that way. Not just yet. But he still wanted her to stop frowning. As attractive as she was, she still didn't look good moping like that. No, her face was too beautiful to have tears on it.
"I got you something…" he started, trying to get her attention but Sam didn't move an inch. Knowing his Sam was a very shy girl he just placed his offering on the bed near her feet and waited for her to open it. "Go on, take a look," he said trying to coax her into doing it. "I got it just for you."
Sam tried her best not to give him what he wanted but found her eyes landing on the box brushing against her toes being unable to ignore it. It was a medium-sized box, wrapped elegantly in dark black wrapping paper and decorated with a sleek red ribbon. The thick wrapping covered the entire box and so it didn't offer any clues as to what was concealed inside. And seeing that it was from Tim Scam, she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. And as such she made no move whatsoever to un-box it.
After a few awkward moments passed by, Scam came to the realization that as much as he wanted her to, she wasn't about to just open it. Picking up the box he unwrapped it for her, deciding to speed this along.
Hopefully over time, she'd get more comfortable about accepting presents from him because this would hardly be the last one he gave her.
Carefully tearing off the wrapping for her he put the now unwrapped cardboard box back where it had been before and gave her an expectant stare to lift the final lid and look inside it.
Sam could feel his eyes digging into her like fire as she sat there still motionless on the bed and it annoyed her that he wouldn't leave her alone. It was clear that he wanted her to look at whatever the hell it was that he had brought for her no matter what. And she was sick and tired of him and his nonsense. She didn't want him. And she didn't want anything from him.
And she never would. No matter how much he pushed her, no matter how hard he tried to bully her into changing her mind about both.
Pissed beyond words with him trying to force his will on her and wanting him to go away, she turned her head in the other direction not looking at the box only to have him push it towards her again to her left where she had moved her gaze to and made sure she could see it.
Annoyed that he wasn't giving up despite her making it abundantly clear that she didn't have any interest in doing this she looked to the right this time only for him repeat the same move and push the box into her line of vision yet again.
Knowing by now that just telling him to fuck off and shove his gift right up his ass would not be enough to get her message though his thick, stone skull she decided to make a statement. Saying nothing she moved her foot with speed and without warning kicked the box off the bed rejecting it once and for all.
But her kick forced the lid to pop open as it fell, revealing the contents inside. And before it landed on the floor in a crumpled heap, she had accidentally caught sight of what had been in it. Even if she had tried her best not to, she had still seen it. Seen Scam's gift to her.
Her blood ran cold in her veins and flash froze in an instant like liquid nitrogen when she realized what it was.
And right then and there, she was sure she was going to throw up.
So…
Does anyone have any guesses as to what the present is? *wiggles eyebrows* I'd love to hear your thoughts on it and well … all the other stuff that happened in this chap lol.
Anywho! Review if you read this! Like I said a little while back, I am trying real hard to update more than I have in the last few years (ugh) so knowing what fics still have your attention and which do not would reallyyyyy help me plan my updates and such!
More to come!
XOXO,
Cresenta's Lark