5. A DANGEROUS OBSESSION

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut for a brief second, her knuckles turning white. "What happened last night was a big mistake, and I have absolutely no intention of repeating it. Leave me alone, Damon. If you want a warm body in your bed, go find someone else. I am not playing with fire with you again."

Steeling her courage, she gave him another hard shove and tried to bolt for the door.

She only made it two steps. Before she could even reach the handle, Damon lunged. With terrifying speed, he blocked her escape, spinning her around and pinning her back against the solid wood of the door. Before she could scream, he grabbed both of her wrists, locking them securely above her head so she couldn't strike him again.

They were so close she could feel the hot rush of his breath against her lips. Samantha’s eyes went wide as Damon pressed his entire weight against her, leaving no doubt about his physical arousal.

"This is sexual harassment!" she gasped, twisting in his grip.

Damon didn't budge. He only pressed tighter, sending a traitorous thrill straight down her spine.

"Let go of me! I swear I will sue you!"

Damon didn't even blink. He merely tightened his grip on her wrists, rendering her completely helpless.

"Stop with the empty threats, Samantha. They don't work on me." His eyes traveled down to her collarbone. "You look incredibly sexy in this uniform. It makes me want to do some very bad things to you right here."

To prove his point, he shifted his hips, deliberately letting her feel his rigid length pressing against her thigh.

"Get away from me," she whispered fiercely.

But her breath caught in her throat when Damon released one of her wrists, his hand sliding down to cup her bare leg. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Ah, there's that gorgeous reaction I wanted," Damon murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

Since her uniform skirt was quite short, his warm hand easily slipped underneath the hem, resting against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Don't touch me!" she cried out, but he ignored her completely.

His palm was scorching hot, radiating the exact same blistering heat that had consumed her the night before. To her utter horror, her body responded instantly. A sudden warmth bloomed in her core, and a fine sweat broke out across her skin. She hated herself for how easily he could make her melt.

"You're already starting to feel it, aren't you?" Damon whispered, his lips grazing her jaw. "This is just like last night. You keep screaming 'no,' but your body belongs to me, sweetheart."

Samantha felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. She wanted to scream, to slap herself, because every word out of his mouth was the absolute truth. Her body had a mind of its own, and it only wanted to obey Damon.

"Just give up, Samantha. Stop running from the kind of pleasure only I can give you. Stop fighting it, and give me what we both want."

She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers slowly crept higher up her thigh, heading straight for her center. Desperate to keep a shred of her sanity intact, she clamped her thighs tightly together, blocking his hand.

She forced the words past her dry, tight throat. "I am going to say this one last time. Last night was a mistake. A mistake I will never repeat. Leave. Me. Alone."

Damon paused, staring down at her. She refused to break eye contact, glaring back with every ounce of defiance she possessed.

Finally, Damon let out a soft sigh. He released her other wrist and stepped back, raising both hands in mock surrender.

He shook his head, a dry chuckle escaping him. "I find it hard to believe that the woman standing in front of me right now is the exact same girl who was screaming my name and begging me to fuck her last night."

Samantha quickly smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her collar, trying to rebuild her shattered composure. "The woman you were with last night was drunk and completely out of her mind. She didn't know what she was doing. Now that she's sober, she regrets every single second of it."

She met his playful gaze with cold, unforgiving eyes. "Do me a favor, Damon. Don't ever come near me again. If you're desperate for a bed partner, go find someone else. I am never sharing a bed with you again."

Without waiting for a response, she turned around, grabbed the doorknob, and yanked the restroom door open.

Just as she stepped out into the hallway, his deep voice drifted after her.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Samantha. I've never wanted something I didn't eventually get."

A cold shiver of dread washed over her, but she forced her feet to keep moving, refusing to look back.

'Good job, Samantha. Just keep walking,' she told herself, swallowing the lump in her throat as she marched back toward the safety of the crowded bar.