Chapter 17

"What? Didn't you want to go swimming?" Damon's forehead was furrowed and his voice was tinged with annoyance as he faced Samantha, who was pouting.

Damon was wearing black boardshorts while Samantha was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Damon had told her to get dressed, but she wasn't. She didn't even move an inch.

"I already told you I don't want to! Not right now! Why are you so persistent?" Samantha answered in an annoyed tone.

"Aren't you always complaining that I don't let you swim? Yet now, you're telling me that you don't want to."

Samantha pouted even more. "Whatever. Go swim by yourself," she said, then turned her back on Damon.

She walked back to the house. Damon called after her a few times, but she didn't even look back. She didn't know what had gotten into Damon. It was like he was forcing her to bathe in the sea, whereas when she had wanted to swim before, she couldn't because of what he was doing to her.

It had been four days since she'd decided to do what Damon had told her to do: give in to what her body desired. And since then, there was not a single day that the two of them didn't have sex. They had been fucking like rabbits, and she'd had no complaints—especially not last night, when Damon had fucked the hell out of her over and over again.

She had already accepted the fact that she couldn't fight her desire for Damon. But that didn't mean that she had also completely forgotten Alfred.

This was only for two weeks. And in two weeks, all of this would be over. That thought had been imprinted in her mind.

For the past four days, nothing had really changed. Yes, they fucked every day, but they still argued over the slightest little thing. Damon still never failed to annoy her and embarrass her, leading to her getting pissed. If anything had changed, it was that Damon had begun to act caring and sweet sometimes, and she was slowly starting to get comfortable around him. She knew that was bad news.

When she entered the house, she sat on the couch that faced the door.

Only a few minutes passed before Damon arrived. He stopped at the door, frowning at her and crossing his arms.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" she asked rudely.

"Come on. Let's go swimming." Damon's words only made her raise her eyebrows even more.

"Would you please stop bothering me already? I'm not in the mood to swim! If you want to swim, just go by yourself! No one's stopping you. Just leave me alone," she answered in a mean way.

Damon finally entered the house and walked closer to her. He only stopped when he was in front of her.

Samantha looked up to meet his eyes. Damon still had a serious look on his face.

"Go away—ah!" she suddenly cried out when, in a flash, Damon lifted her up.

He slung her small body over his shoulder.

Her eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck?" she asked.

Damon started walking out of the house again, still carrying her, her face hanging next to his behind.

She began to struggle when she saw that they were moving farther and farther away from the house. She had no idea what Damon was planning.

She punched him in the back several times, still struggling, but Damon just slapped her ass, which startled her.

"Behave, Samantha. And shut up," Damon said seriously.

"Put me down, and I'll be quiet!" she replied angrily.

But Damon pretended he did not hear her and kept walking until they finally reached the sea.

"The fuck? What are you doing? Let's go back to the house!" she said angrily and nervously.

She didn't know what Damon was thinking.

What if he had suddenly decided to drown her because he found her so annoying? What if that had been his plan all along?

When the water had almost reached Damon's waist, he lowered her but did not let her move away from him. He immediately wrapped one of his hands around her waist, then pulled her close until their bodies came together.

Damon bent slightly so that they were face to face. He then brushed away a few strands of her hair that had stuck to her face. She stared sharply at him, but Damon just smiled at her before gently claiming her lips.

When he pulled his face away, he caressed her cheek. "I want you to enjoy this island. We'll only be here for a few more days, so make the most of it," Damon said softly.

She pouted again. "I told you I don't want to swim."

Damon suddenly pinched her cheek, which he knew she hated. "How could you be so beautiful and cute at the same time?" he said, staring at her with an amazed expression on his face.

She removed the hand that was pinching her cheek, then turned her back on him. "You can't change my mind with your flattery. I'm going back to the house," she replied, trying to remove Damon's arm from around her waist.

But instead of loosening his grip on her waist, he just tightened it.

She hissed in annoyance. "Let go of me, Damon," she said.

But instead of letting her go, Damon just started kissing her neck, her shoulder, and then her earlobe as one of his hands began to caress her arm.

"And if I don't? What are you going to do?" Damon asked as if he were trying to seduce and hypnotize her.

And as always, she was affected by his voice and the actions of his hands. She sucked in a breath when the hand around her waist began to caress her stomach. His touch on her skin was soft and gentle.

From her ear, his lips returned to her shoulder, biting it like he wanted to leave a mark.

"Not here, Damon," she objected, despite her body heating up. But Damon seemed to have no intention of listening to her because he just continued what he was doing, fingertips caressing her body. And when the hand that was caressing her stomach started to dip inside the shorts she was wearing, she quickly grabbed it to restrain him. Then she angled her head until she could claim his lips. That startled him.

Before she released him, she bit his lower lip.

Her eyes were warm as she focused her gaze on Damon, who still seemed unable to believe what she had done.

"If you want to fuck me, don't do it here. Bring me back to the house, then you can fuck me all you want," she said seductively in a very low voice, almost whispering.

She saw Damon gulp as he stared at her.

"What? You don't want to? That's fine with me—" But she couldn't continue because Damon had claimed her lips. And when he released her, he passionately pulled her hair, pressing their foreheads together.

"Woman." Damon's eyes were on fire. His jaw tightened, and he began to pant. "You are such a tease. Are you sure you won't regret this?" he continued, but Samantha just grinned.

She caressed his tightening jaw, and her grin was replaced with a seductive smile. "Try me," she said sexily.

In a flash, Damon turned her around and lifted her. Samantha immediately wrapped her legs around Damon's waist, her hands resting on his shoulders.

Damon bent down to her chest, which was still covered by her t-shirt and bra, and sexily licked her before looking up into her eyes.

"What happened to the loyal, faithful, reserved Samantha I used to know?" he softly asked, almost whispering.

She smiled again. "I think the right question is what did you do to Samantha to make her lose her sanity?" she said. Damon's jaw tightened even more. And she would be a liar if she said that it wasn't hot as fuck because it caused her body to heat up even more.

***

"Fuck! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Samantha moaned in succession. It was music to Damon's ears.

Damon would never get tired of listening to this woman's cries and moans. They were like a drug, one that was making him lose his mind.

If Samantha thought that she was the only one who lost herself every time they fucked, she was mistaken. Because even he lost his sanity whenever Samantha was around him, even he lost control whenever they fucked. Just like he was now.

He was violently fucking Samantha in the living room. They were both naked. Samantha had her back to him, and both her hands were resting on the single sofa. He gripped her waist tightly as he thrust behind her. Samantha followed his movements. As he thrust his cock inside her pussy, she wiggled her butt, causing his cock to slide deeper into her wet core. His grip on her waist tightened as he plunged harder.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Oh, Damon! Oh, yes!" Samantha moaned loudly, matching each of his thrusts.

It looked like Damon was going to come before his woman, which was new for him.

He'd had sex with a few different women before, but not once did he even think he would come before her. He always made sure that the woman was way ahead of him, but with Samantha, it was different. Just a few thrusts, and he felt like he was going to come already. He could just look at her body, and it would make him hard. Unlike those other women, who'd had to suck his cock to make him hard.

Damon's thrusts got faster and harder. He couldn't stop the moans coming from his mouth. The pleasure he was feeling was too good to be true.

Ah, what have you done to me, Samantha?

With her hands still resting on the sofa, she turned to look at him. Lust, pleasure, and satisfaction are written all over her face, and he couldn't help but be proud of himself. He'd made her feel all of that.

He temporarily stopped thrusting, removing his manhood from Samantha's femininity, and in an instant, he had changed their position.

He made her sit down on the sofa in front of him. He spread each of her legs over opposite sides of the sofa, completely exposing her wet femininity to his gaze.

He couldn't help but suck in a breath as he stared at Samantha's pink and wet pussy.

He felt his throat go dry, and he was suddenly very thirsty. He knelt in front of Samantha, who was a little startled by his actions.

Her femininity was right in front of him.

He brought his face close to her wet folds and smelled her, making her gasp.

Samantha made to close her thighs, but he was quick to restrain her.

Without taking his eyes off her pussy, he said, "Don't, Samantha. Let me stare. Let me taste." He let his nose touch her swollen clit, causing Samantha to gasp again. "This is mine," he whispered and started to lick her femininity.

Samantha tugged at his hair as he relentlessly licked her. "Damon…oh shit!" He could hear her becoming more and more breathless. "Ahhhh!" Samantha let out a prolonged moan as he nipped at her clitoris, sucked it, and then resumed licking her cunt, and she finally came. He quickly lapped up the juices she released.

"You taste so good," he whispered as he looked up into Samantha's sweaty face.

He stood up and prepared his manhood again. He rubbed his length without taking his eyes off her.

Samantha looked at his cock, and he grinned when he saw how she gulped.

He moved his lower body towards her open legs and wet pussy. He was about to enter her again when they heard a knock, stopping the both of them in their tracks.

Samantha's eyes widened as he quickly turned around to look at the door. Standing there was Damon's brother.

Daniel was at the door, but it seemed that their scandelous position didn't matter to him. He was just looking at Damon with a serious expression on his face.

"You need to take her home," Daniel said seriously. "Her parents need her," he added, which made her frown.