Claimed

"W-wait…This isn't right," Samantha said in a seemingly weak voice. Her hands tweaked Damon's hair, which had fallen into her neck, tickling the most sensitive part of her neck.

Damon lifted his head and eagerly stared at Samantha. "You don't want this?" he whispered seductively as he slowly inserted one of his hands inside the blouse Samantha was wearing.

Samantha bit her lower lip when Damon touched one of her breasts, which was still covered by her bra. Samantha's breathing quickened, and Damon seemed to notice.

Damon smirked. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked again as he slipped two fingers inside Samantha's bra and gently touched her nipples.

Samantha's back arched, and she gasped at the sudden sensation of Damon's fingers finally touching her bare breast.

"S-stop…Ohh!" Samantha moaned and her eyes widened in surprise when Damon suddenly pinched her nipple.

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

Samantha knew that Damon was teasing her. And he was right; she was enjoying this, a little too much.

"I-I have a b-boyfriend, Damon. T-this is not right. W-we better stop," Samantha answered, stuttering and panting.

Damon felt so good, but she was already committed to someone else. She had Alfred, and she didn't want to betray him.

Samantha felt a little disappointed when Damon removed the hand that was inside her blouse. Ah, I should not be disappointed.

Samantha thought that Damon was finally going to stop, but when he smirked, staring at her lustfully, she knew that he was not going to let go of her that easily.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened. And her eyes widened again when Damon suddenly lifted the blouse she was wearing, exposing her naked abdomen and her breasts, covered only by her red lacy bra.

"Damon!" she said the man's name in surprise when he suddenly lifted her bra, exposing her breasts and perky nipples.

Damon's eyes narrowed as he stared at her breasts. Samantha could feel Damon's heated gaze on her nipples, and it made her suck in another breath.

"You're telling me to stop, yet your body is reacting like this. You are not convincing at all, Samantha," Damon said in a deep voice that sounded so sexy.

"Ahh!" Samantha moaned as Damon suddenly squeezed her nipples. He started grinding his crotch against her womanhood, which was still covered by her red panties.

Samantha felt the seemingly scorching heat coming from Damon's lower body. Whenever their sexes rubbed together, Samantha's whole body lit on fire.

Until Damon finally lost his patience. He quickly ripped off Samantha's panties, and without a word, he slipped his middle finger into the wet slit of Samantha's femininity. She bit her lower lip in pleasure when she felt Damon's finger start to move in and out of her hole.

"Ahh!" Samantha moaned again when Damon rotated his finger inside her womanhood.

Damon repeatedly thrust his finger in and out of Samantha, making her breath quicken. Samantha knew that what was happening was wrong. She was committed to Alfred. She loved Alfred. But her love for her boyfriend had been gradually defeated by the lust she was feeling for Damon right now.

The moment she'd laid her eyes on Damon at the bar, she knew he would tempt her, and she wasn't wrong. Because now, here they were, in a hotel, doing things that weren't right.

"Fuck! You're tight," Damon said eagerly and accelerated the movement of his finger, causing Samantha to close her eyes.

Samantha held onto Damon's hand, the one that was working her femininity. And as if her body had a mind of its own, she widened her legs to give Damon full access to her wet pussy. She was ready to lose her mind. She was ready to cum. But her eyes flew open when, without a word, Damon withdrew the finger that was inside her and replaced it with his long, throbbing manhood.

"Fuck!" Samantha cursed loudly. She was already wet, but the sudden entrance of Damon's large cock had taken her by surprise.

Alfred's cock could not even be compared to Damon's when it came to size. Damon's cock was a monster. Literally!

"Fuck! Fuck—oh shit!" Samantha said, trying to catch her breath. But Damon only deepened his cock's penetration with long, smooth strokes.

Samantha's pussy clenched around him as he moved.

"Fuck you," Samantha swore through a moan as Damon started moving even deeper inside her.

Damon immediately claimed her lips, preventing her from swearing again. His tongue urged her to play with his tongue. He teased her tongue until she finally gave in to his temptation. Samantha's tongue played with Damon's. She sucked his lips, and Damon did the same to her. They fought for dominance, and neither one wanted to give in. Damon was a good kisser. He was so good that he made her forget her earlier hesitation and guilt. And as the two of them kissed, one of Damon's hands traveled towards her clitoris.

Samantha gasped.

Damon rubbed her clit while thrusting his hard and long cock inside her. As Damon's cock went in and out of her femininity, her pleasure mounted. Until all she could feel was pure bliss.

Samantha wrapped her arms around Damon's neck as he moved deeper and faster over her. She couldn't stop herself from meeting Damon's every thrust, which further intensified the pleasure she was feeling. The noise made by the collision of their bodies echoed through the room. Her legs were already wrapped around his body as her hands traveled down to his ass, urging him to fuck her harder and deeper. And Damon did not disappoint her. He gave her what she wanted. He gave her the pleasure she never felt when she and Alfred did it. He gave her something that Alfred could not give her. He and his monster cock.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Samantha never stopped moaning as Damon continued giving her the best fuck of her life.

Fuck guilt and fuck conscience. She was having the best fuck of her life, and she was going to savor every moment of it.

"Where have you been, Samantha? You didn't come home last night. I hardly slept waiting for you."

Samantha was taken aback by her mother's sudden questioning as they ate lunch. She drank some water before she answered her mother, who was in front of her, staring at her intently. Even her father, who was right next to her, seemed to be waiting for her answer.

"I visited Rose, Mom. She just came home from Japan, remember?" she lied.

She bowed her head and slowly sliced ​​the meat on her plate. She could not bear to meet the warm stare her mother was giving her.

Her mother knew her very well. Her mother always knew when she was lying and when she was telling the truth. And she didn't want her mother to know that she wasn't telling the truth because she knew that she would just ask her over and over again until she didn't have a choice but to tell her everything. And that was what she didn't want to happen. Her mother would faint if she found out that she'd had sex with a man she'd just met in a bar.

"Just make sure that next time, you tell us where you are so that we won't worry. A text will do, Samantha."

Samantha sighed in relief after hearing what her mother said. She seemed to have convinced her.

She met her mother's gaze and smiled at her. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that Rose and I were having such a good conversation that I didn't even notice the time."

Her mother went back to eating. "Don't worry about it anymore. Just don't make us worry about you next time." Her mother sighed. "Now, hurry up and eat. Isn't today your first day at work?" her mother added.

"Yes." She smiled in response.

"Come home immediately once your shift is over. No going to bars," her father reminded her.

"Yes, Dad. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. It's not like this is the first time I've worked the night shift," Samantha replied.

"Even so. You are still a woman. There is no such thing as a safe place anymore, Samantha. You are our only child, and we don't want anything to happen to you."

Samantha just shook her head at what her father had said. Her father had always been very strict and very protective of her, but she understood. She was an only child, and a woman at that. But even though her father was very strict, she knew he loved her dearly.

"By the way, Alfred called me last night. He was looking for you, saying that you were not answering his calls and texts," her mother said.

Samantha's heartbeat quickened when her mother mentioned her boyfriend's name. But she forced herself to act normal.

"I'll pass by his apartment later," she answered and continued eating even though her mind kept revisiting the events of that night. She kept picturing that man, Damon, remembering how he had fucked her over and over again. But now that her mother had mentioned Alfred, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

She had thrown away her guilt and conscience that night when she was having sex with Damon, but now that it was all over, she started to feel it again.

She cursed herself in silence.

Samantha wanted to slap herself for being so weak in the face of her lust.

After eating, Samantha quickly stood up and carried her plate to the sink, but she felt a throb from between her legs. Her femininity was deliciously sore. Even her knees were shaking.

She frowned at the ache, and her mother noticed.

Her mother stopped eating and stared at her. "Are you all right?" she asked in a worried tone.

Samantha straightened and tried to ignore the sensation. She gulped first before answering her mother, who was staring at her intently. Even her father's attention was on her as well.

"I'm fine, Mom. I just got a little dizzy because I stood up so suddenly. But I'm fine," she lied again.

Her mother just nodded before shrugging.

"All right, I'll put this in the sink," she said and then turned around carrying her plate.

Every step Samantha took sent a pulse through her core, but she tried to ignore it. Only when she reached her room did she breathe a sigh of relief. She immediately sat on her bed. "What did he do to me last night?" she whispered, closing her eyes.

***

"Where were you last night?" That was Alfred's first question for Samantha after he opened the door for her.

She knew that this was bound to happen, so she had already prepared an answer. She would affirm the lie that she had told her parents. She had even asked her best friend, Rose, to cover her.

"Won't you let me in first?" she said, smiling sweetly at Alfred.

Her boyfriend just stared at her before turning his back on her. Samantha exhaled violently before finally entering Alfred's apartment. She closed the door and followed Alfred into the kitchen.

Alfred was currently washing a plate, his back to her.

Samantha put the bag she was carrying on the table, then she quietly hugged Alfred from behind. She rested her chin on his shoulder, but Alfred ignored her.

"Babe, I'm sorry. Rose and I had such a wonderful conversation that I forgot to check my phone," she reasoned.

"I called dozens of times!" Alfred said in a pissed tone.

"My phone was in silent mode. It was also inside my bag, so I didn't know you'd called. I only saw your missed calls and texts this morning," she reasoned again.

If there were an award for liars, she would probably receive it because of the layers of lies she has been weaving since this morning.

"Then you should have called me the moment you saw my calls." The annoyance was still in Alfred's voice.

Samantha tightened her hug and then buried her face in Alfred's neck, knowing that it was his weakness. "I thought I'd apologize to you personally. So here I am. I am so sorry, babe. Please don't be mad at me," she softly said as she planted small kisses from Alfred's neck up to his cheek.

She repeatedly kissed Alfred's neck until Alfred finally smiled. That made her smile as well.

"Are we good now, babe? Hmm? We're okay now, right?" she said, kissing his cheek repeatedly, which made Alfred chuckle.

Samantha stared at Alfred's smiling face. One of the things that she liked about Alfred was his smile. Alfred was a good-looking man, but he got even more good looking every time he smiled or laughed.

Samantha turned her face towards Alfred and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Alfred seemed to be surprised by what she'd done because his mouth remained closed. But just a few seconds later, he was already responding to her kisses. Their kiss lasted for almost three minutes. They only stopped when they were both gasping for breath.

Alfred turned to face her. His hands were wrapped around her waist while her arms were wrapped around his neck. Alfred was pouting, which made him look cute, and Samantha couldn't help but pinch his nose.

"Ah! Not my nose!" Alfred complained, but Samantha just laughed. "But, hey, I don't want this to happen again. You worried me. I thought something had happened to you," Alfred continued.

Samantha pinched Alfred's cheek then gave him a light kiss on the lips. "I promise it won't happen again," she replied with a smile.

Alfred smiled back at her.

Samantha was about to kiss Alfred again when Alfred gently pushed her away.

She frowned at what Alfred had done. "What? I thought we were good now."

"Yes. We're good now. But isn't today your first day at work? You might be late if you don't go now. It won't look good if you're already late on your first day."

Samantha pouted. "Are you pushing me away? After getting what you want from me, you decide to push me away?" she dramatically said, but Alfred just shook his head.

"Stop being dramatic. Just go and come back when you start missing me," Alfred said with a smile on his lips.

Samantha's smile came back, then she said, "Fine. I'm leaving. But just to be sure, you're not mad at me anymore, right? We're good now, right?"

Alfred chuckled and nodded. "Yes."

"Okay. I'm leaving then," she said before taking her bag from the table.

She was about to leave when she remembered something. She approached Alfred again.

One of his eyebrows was raised. "Now, what?" Alfred asked playfully.

Samantha kissed Alfred on the lips, which surprised her man. But what surprised Alfred even more was when Samantha suddenly grabbed his crotch.

"Samantha!"

But Samantha just hurried out of the kitchen, laughing. "Bye, babe! I love you!" she shouted before finally leaving Alfred's apartment.

She was just a few steps away from Alfred's apartment when she received a message from him.

Naughty, Alfred's message read.

I love you, was all she replied, and she shook her head.

She was thankful that everything was okay between her and Alfred. She did wrong, and there was no excuse for that. But she loved Alfred, and she didn't want to lose him. What happened between her and Damon was a mistake. One that would never happen again.

***

"You made me a liar," Rose said to Samantha when they were in her office.

Rose was Samantha's best friend. They'd met when they were still in college, and their connection had lasted through graduation. Even when Rose went to Japan after her husband annulled their marriage, they still managed to reach out to each other. Rose was like a sister to her. She could tell Rose all her problems. Problems that she couldn't tell her parents or even Alfred. Just like the mistake she made last night.

Rose knew everything. Rose knew how weak she was to lust and how stupid she had been that night.

"You know what? I want to slap you in the face right now. What you did was wrong, Samantha. You have a boyfriend, yet you still allowed yourself to have sex with someone you barely even know! Someone you only know by name. Seriously, Samantha, on a scale of 1 to 10, how stupid and weak to lust are you?"

Samantha crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "I was drunk," she reasoned.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that stupid reason." Samantha pouted. "And don't pout at me. That won't work on me. Look, you are my friend, so I want to be honest with you. I won't tolerate any shit from you. What you did was wrong, Samantha," Rose continued.

"I know what I did was wrong. And I regret it. That was the first and the last time that I will do something like this, Rose. It won't happen again. I probably won't even see that man anymore anyway."

She never mentioned the man's name to Rose. She knew Rose very well. Once Rose found out who the man she'd slept with was, she would find a way to get to know him.

"I do hope that you won't see him again, or even go near him. Because even though you are my friend and I love you, I really won't hesitate to give you a couple of slaps if it happens again. I've been cheated on, Samantha. I know how painful it is—"

"Hey! Hey! I am not cheating!" she immediately said, not letting Rose finish what she was saying.

Rose rolled her eyes. "It is still considered cheating," Rose said.

Samantha sighed before saying, "Okay, well, I'm going to start working now. By the way, thanks for getting me a job here."

Rose owned the bar where Samantha would be working as a waitress. Rose started the bar after working for three years in Japan.

"No problem. I mean, it's the least I can do to help you as your best friend."

She smiled at what Rose had said. "Aww. My boss is so sweet," she said, grinning.

Rose shook her head then said, "All right! Get to work now!"

Smiling, Samantha walked out of Rose's office. She first adjusted her uniform and then walked towards the bar. There weren't that many guests since it was a Monday.

She took a deep breath. She would focus on her work, and she promised herself that she wouldn't cause any trouble or problems for Rose. She would do a good job.

Samantha's eyes traveled across the bar top. A friendly smile was ready on her lips when she felt a hot and intense stare following her every move. She searched for where the stare was coming from, and her eyes widened in surprise and panic when she finally located the owner of that intense gaze.

She would never forget that face.

He was there, sitting like a king, holding a glass of wine.

Samantha's heartbeat quickened as their eyes met. He gave her the same grin he'd given her that night.

It was him. It was Damon.