Chapter 10
Marcy
Before I open my eyes I feel a throbbing behind them reminding me that I drank entirely way too much last night. Groaning from the pain, I crack my eyes open, I’m met with an intense light coming from the window. I guess I forgot to draw my curtains last night. A frustrated sigh leaves my lips.
As I pull the sheet away from my body, I feel the silky, satin feeling brushing against my fingers. Even with my mind still riddled with sleep, I know in an instance that this isn’t my bed. I shoot up quickly but my legs have other ideas. I wobble around until I get to the nightstand leaning over it, catching my balance. As I brace myself on the table I see the glass of water sitting there, probably for me. What if it has poison in it? Or a date rape drug? What if I was– Oh fuck, I push off to a standing position as panic begins to form in my throat. I look all around the room and know for a fact that I have never been here in my life. Was I kidnapped? Did some villain bring me to their lair to do unspeakable things to me? Fuck. I look down at my body and realize that my clothes have been replaced by a man’s shirt. Pulling it up quickly, I see my panties are still in place. I don’t know why but it gives me some sense of calm.
Glancing around the large room, I see my dress draped across a desk in the corner. With no sign of the perpetrator in question, I dash to the desk to put on my dress and boots. I race to the door just as I hear footsteps approaching. Think fast, Marcy. I look around the room for a weapon and grab the closest thing I can find, a large book. It’s the best shot I have.I knew those crime documentaries would pay off eventually. I remembered how one victim managed to get away and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. This man won’t know what hit him, literally.
The steps are right at the door and before he sees me I lunge at him with the book over my head, ready to strike him. I don’t see his face. I only concentrate on getting in good hits before he tries to take me down.
“Take that you, perv. You won’t take me alive!” I scream at him when I jump on his back striking him in all directions. The man is moving around like a wild bronco and I’m doing my best to hang on for dear life.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts as he tries to pull me free from his back but I slap his hands away. This fucker isn’t taking me down. I’m going to John Cena his ass.
“You won’t get away with this. I’m a secret spy and I know jiu jitsu. You can’t take me.” I slip from his back and right as I’m about to strike him again he looks at me with blood trailing down his face. Instantly, I drop the book to my feet and step back. Putting my hand over my mouth, the memories from last night begin surfacing in my mind. It was Samuel that brought me back to his place and I just beat the shit out of him. I don’t know whether I should run or try and salvage the situation.
“What the hell, Marcy?” he asks as he brushes his fingers along the cut on his face, wincing from the pain.
“I-uh, I didn’t know it was you,” I answer quietly as I wring my hands together in front of me. I know the color has drained from my face. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be in Samuel Knight’s penthouse, much less waking up in his bed.
“Yeah that part was obvious. Did you seriously think I would let someone else take you home last night?” he asks as his eyes bore into mine. He is not happy at the moment and I don’t blame him but I have no idea how to make this situation any better.
“I didn’t remember that part, until…” I gulp. “Until I saw your face. I thought you were going to hurt me,” I whisper as I put my hands over my eyes. I want this situation to go away. If I hadn’t jumped to conclusions none of this would have happened. However, he could have left a note identifying himself for when I woke up alone. So this is partly his fault too. Maybe I do watch too many crime shows. I just manhandled my childhood crush. Although, I have to admit I did a pretty good job for the large beast of a man he is. Marcy this isn’t the time to be giving yourself a pat on the back. Damage control is needed.
“I’m sorry. Here.” I take his hand in mine and lead him to the bathroom I saw earlier. “Let me clean you up.” I wince at all the blood dripping onto his white shirt. Man, I’ve made a mess of things.
He follows along to the bathroom but once we are inside he says, “You don’t have to clean this up. I can do it myself,” he grunts as he reaches for a wash cloth. I roll my eyes and turn on the lights. Whoa, he looks even worse in the light. Hopefully he can come up with a better story than he got beaten up by a girl. I was wondering why he wasn’t fighting back but at the time I thought I had rendered him speechless. For fuck’s sake what am I going to do with myself?
“Stop being this big macho man and let me take care of you. It’s my fault you’re like this to begin with. I really am sorry, Sam.” I cast my eyes down as I grab the cloth running it under warm water. “Can you sit on the edge of the tub? I can’t reach you.” He nods and perches on the edge bringing me eye level with him. I can’t get over how drastically different our heights are. I mean he was always tall but I don’t ever remember him being like a giant to me. I admit the muscles definitely have something to do with it.
With one hand on his shoulder for balance, I take the other with the cloth and begin cleaning all the areas that need attention. He winces when I hit a particularly deep cut and I immediately jump back. I can’t stand the thought of hurting him more than I already have.
“I’m fine, Marcy. You can keep going,” he murmurs, making the hairs on my neck stand at attention. His voice is so sexy, when it’s directed toward me it’s damn near irresistible. Letting out a breath, I step forward to continue washing his face.
“Um, where is your medical kit? You need a couple bandages.” I rinse the cloth and watch as the red drains into the sink. Guilt rises in my throat as I watch all the red swirl around.
“Marcy?” Sam shakes me from my thoughts.
“Huh? Yeah?” I look up to him as he places a piece of my hair behind my ear. It takes everything in me not to lean into his touch.
“I told you where the kit was. The one you asked for.” He holds it up for me to take as I nod my head slowly trying to come back.
“Right. Thanks.” Opening the case, I pull out a few bandages and some ointment then spread them across the counter.
“Do you mind having a few bandages? I think you need them until you stop bleeding.” I cringe as I look at the cuts on his face.
“Fine.” He looks past me to the mirror and he shakes his head. “I sure didn’t know you had this in you. I guess I should have, gingers are unpredictable.” A small smile ghosts his face and the tightness in my chest eases a bit. Maybe he isn’t too angry with me.
“I told you, I thought you were some weirdo trying to get me,” I remind him.
“Yes, I got that part.” He chuckles and looks back at me. Our eyes lock on each other but I of course have to break the spell because I’m an awkward mess.
“Stay still so I can get these on you.” I cup his cheek in my hand and bring it closer so I can apply the bandages. I try not to notice the feel of his skin against mine. We’re so close that I want to abandon all thoughts and kiss the man that I’ve loved for most of my life. Marcy, get the bandages on and get the hell out of there before you do something stupid.
I apply the ointment to the bandages then press them to his face in various places. His eyes never stray from mine which makes my job immensely harder. My hands are trembling softly at being this close, but I try to make sure Samuel doesn’t notice.
“Okay, all done.” I brush my hands together and turn my back to him as I clean up the trash. I wash my hands and move over so he can stand and view the work I’ve done.
“Thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it,” he mentions as he looks over his face.
“You might want to take some Tylenol to get ahead of the pain.” I say as I bite my bottom lip wondering what I should do now. I need to get out of here.
“Nah, I’ll be fine.” I nod then move to get past him but he catches my elbow. When I look back his eyes have darkened and he’s leaning down closer to my face. My breath hitches in my throat wondering what he’s going to do.
“I’m sorry I upset you this morning, sunshine. That wasn’t my intention. I brought you here last night so I could keep an eye on you. When you passed out in my arms, I knew you needed someone.” He rubs his knuckles over my cheek as a chill shoots straight through my body. My ass bumps into the counter as I take a step back to look up into his eyes.His hands drop to my sides as he clutches the edge of the sink, caging me in. He leans in to whisper in my ear, “There’s never been someone so fucking sexy in my bed. I barely was able to keep my hands to myself.” Oh gosh, is he really saying what I think he is? I think my brain is short circuiting. My heart is pounding in my chest as he presses his lips to my neck. My eyes fall closed as his warm breath coats my skin. A moan slips from my lips before I can stop it. Nerves rush to my core making me rub my thighs together.
A growl erupts from his throat as he pulls back, his eyes piercing into mine. “You should be staying away from me. I’m no good for you,” he rasps as his hands leave the sink then dig into my hips.
“I-I don’t want to,” I stutter.
“Is that right?” Sam’s lips twitch into a devilish smile as he comes so close that our mouths are nearly touching. I know that he was my brother’s best friend and he’s older than me but that all flies out the window with how he’s looking at me. Like a man starved. It’s the same look I saw at the funeral. I’ll never forget it.
My words get lost in my throat so I only nod. His finger traces over my shoulder tucking the loose hair behind my back. The sensation ripples through my body. It’s almost too much. The way Sam touches me is pleasurable but taunting. I want more. I want everything.
“The things I want to do to you,” he pauses, “I shouldn’t want them. It’s wrong. It’s fucked up that you’re my best friend’s younger sister.” He begins to pull back but I stop him by grabbing his shirt in my hands.
“What if I want those things too?” His hazel eyes darken as my words sink in. He cups my face in his hands tightly as he searches my eyes, maybe for uncertainty but it won’t find it. I square my shoulders as I lick my lips, readying myself for him.
“I’m a dominant, princess. Do you think you can handle me? I want to tie you so you”re at my mercy, squirming but screaming for more.” His fingers lightly drift across my skin, making me shiver.
“What if I got you so close but wouldn”t let you orgasm, over and over until you were crying and begging?” Sam leans in, his warm breath making my whole body hot and wet.
“How about if you’re blindfolded, only able to feel, trusting me to play your body like no one ever has,” he whispers into the shell of my ear.
My mind drifts to my collection of dirty books. Haven”t I always wanted this? Someone to take control and dominate me. I might be a virgin but I’ve had fantasies about this and I’m not going to let the opportunity pass by.
“If you were trying to scare me, you’ll have to try harder, sir,” I sass as I bite my bottom lip, looking him straight in the eyes.
“I can already tell there will be punishments in your future.” He smirks down at me.
“Hmm, sounds intriguing…”
“Fuck. This is your last chance to leave, sunshine, before I do something neither of us can take it back,” he groans against my mouth.
“I’m not going anywhere, big boy.” No sooner are the words out that he smashes his lips on mine. I gasp from the force, allowing him to slip his tongue in. One of his hands slides into my hair grabbing hold and keeping me in place. His forcefulness is something that I never knew would turn me on but my panties are soaked. I rub my legs together, trying to relieve the ache I have, but there’s only one thing that can fix it. Samuel.
“Seems like your pussy needs some attention.” He chuckles darkly as his hands slide down my body grabbing my ass in his hands. He isn’t wrong. It’s needed attention for a long time. I don’t want to mention that I’m still a virgin. He would probably stop from disappointment, then make me leave. He already seems to be on the fence about whether we should be doing this or not. I’m not giving him a reason to call this off.
He swallows my moans and takes the opportunity to delve deeper into my mouth. Never in my life have I been this lit up by someone. It’s like everywhere he touches sends electrical bolts throughout my body. If this is wrong then I never want to be right.