1. THE NIGHT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

"W-wait... This isn't right," Samantha whispered, her voice trembling.

Her hands tangled in Damon’s hair as his mouth sank into her neck, sucking the sensitive skin.

Damon lifted his head to stare eagerly down at her. "You don’t want this?" he murmured seductively.

He slowly slid a hand under her blouse, cupping her bra-covered breast. Her breath quickened, and she bit her lower lip.

Damon smirked. "Do you really want me to stop?"

He slipped two fingers inside her bra, gently brushing his fingertips against her nipple. Samantha's back arched. She gasped at the sudden sensation against her bare skin.

"S-stop... Oh!"

Her eyes widened in surprise when he gave her nipple a sharp pinch.

"If you want me to stop, try to make it sound a little more convincing, sweetheart. Because your expression says otherwise."

Samantha knew Damon was teasing her, and he was winning.

"I-I have a b-boyfriend, Damon. T-this is wrong. W-we need to stop," she panted, her voice stuttering.

The pleasure felt incredible, but she was already committed. She belonged to Alfred and desperately wanted to avoid betraying him.

Damon pulled his hand out from beneath her blouse. A sharp prick of disappointment hit her, though she knew she shouldn't feel it.

She assumed he was finally backing off. But when he smirked, his gaze dark with lust, she realized he had no intention of letting her go so easily.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Damon suddenly yanked her blouse upward, exposing her bare stomach and her red lacy bra.

"Damon!" she gasped.

He hooked his fingers under the lace and pulled the bra up, baring her breasts. Damon's eyes narrowed as he stared at her perky nipples. His heated gaze made her catch her breath.

"You're telling me to stop, yet your body reacts like this. You are not convincing at all, Samantha," he growled, his deep voice dripping with sex appeal.

"Ahh!"

Samantha moaned as Damon squeezed her nipples and ground his crotch against her center, which was still covered by her red panties. A scorching heat radiated from his lower body. Every heavy rub set her skin on fire.

Finally losing his patience, Damon ripped away her panties. Without a word, he drove his middle finger into her wet warmth.

Samantha bit her lower lip at the sharp sting, but the pain vanished the moment his finger began sliding in and out of her core.

"Ahh!"

She gasped when he rotated his finger inside her. He accelerated the pace, pushing deeper and faster until her breaths came in short, ragged clips.

She knew this was wrong. She loved Alfred, but her loyalty to her boyfriend was rapidly losing ground to the raw lust consuming her. The moment she had locked eyes with Damon at the bar, she knew he would ruin her. Now, here they were in a hotel room, crossing every line.

"Fuck, you're tight," Damon growled, driving his finger faster.

Samantha closed her eyes and gripped his wrist. As if her body had a mind of its own, she spread her legs wider, giving him full access to her wet heat. She was ready to lose her mind. She was ready to come.

Suddenly, Damon withdrew his finger. Samantha snapped her eyes open just as he replaced it with his thick, rigid manhood, driving himself inside her in one deep thrust.

"Fuck!" she screamed from the sudden pain.

Even though she was completely wet, the sheer size of him made it feel like her very first time. Alfred didn't even compare to Damon.

Damon was a monster. Literally.

"Fuck! Fuck—oh, shit! Wait... hold on. D-don't move yet—fuck!" Samantha gasped, scrambling for air.

Instead of listening, Damon sank even deeper into her.

'Fuck, it hurts like hell!' she thought, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him.

"Don't move yet," she whispered through her teeth.

"Can't do that," Damon replied, beginning a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm.

"Fuck you," she swore, tears pricking her eyes as the intensity grew.

Before she could cry out again, Damon slammed his mouth over hers, capturing her moans. His tongue tangled with hers, teasing and demanding a response until she finally surrendered to the temptation.

Samantha kissed him back fiercely, sucking his lips as they fought for dominance. Damon was a good kisser. He was so good that the pain and discomfort Samantha felt, melted into the background.

While their mouths crashed together, Damon's hand slid down between them, his thumb finding her clitoris.

Samantha gasped into the kiss.

He rubbed her rhythmically while thrusting his hard, thick cock inside her. The initial pain quickly faded, replaced by waves of pure pleasure.

Samantha wrapped her arms tightly around Damon's neck, matching his increasingly fast, deep paces. She couldn't stop herself from meeting every hard thrust. The loud, wet smacks of their bodies colliding echoed through the quiet hotel room.

She locked her legs around his waist and slid her hands down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and urging him to drive harder. Damon didn't disappoint. He gave her exactly what she wanted—a wild, consuming pleasure that Alfred had never been able to provide. He gave her something her boyfriend simply didn't possess: a monster cock.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

Samantha’s moans filled the room as Damon continued giving her the ride of her life.

To hell with guilt, and to hell with her conscience. She was experiencing the best sex of her life, and she was going to savor every single second of it.