Shola

"S-sam," I stutter, pressing my palms against his shoulder to try and get him off me. "You have been drugged," I tell him. I really don't know if I expected my admission to snap him out of whatever trance he has been placed him. It is no surprise when nothing of that nature happens.

Sam presses his nose harder into my neck, fully sniffing me. "Fuck," he breathes out in a low voice, and I suddenly feel something poking my hip. I shift uncomfortably, attempting to move away from it, when Sam lets out a sharp breath from above me, which is followed by a deep groan. His tongue slips out and licks down on the mark he gave me.

I'm biting down on my bottom lip at this point to hold back sounds that, unfortunately, don't feel like screams.

"Sam, you need to snap out of this," I beg. Another attempt to get him to get back to his senses.

Sam's hand slides down my body and... he cups my breast. I stiffen, my body freezing at that moment as my brain shuts down. He gropes my breast, and his thumb swipes across my nipples through my bra. And...I moan. I throw my head back and let out a loud aching moan. My eyes slide shut in shame.

Sam lets out a dark chuckle. "You're exquisite," he mumbles.