A beautiful fragrance hit Samuel's nose as he opened his eyes. Sun rays penetrated from the window and he sat upon his bed as dizziness wrapped his mind. He stretched and a soft groan left from the back of his throat.

As his eyes fell on his bookshelf, his brows ceased together. The books were neatly placed and the dust had near no existence. 

Untidy clothes piled up on a basket separating the tidy ones that were folded on his chair. His desk, computer desk felt new. For the first time after two years, he felt clean—that's after he left his home, that is. 

The Johnson household was thirty minutes away from his apartment but he never had an urge to set his foot there. It indeed had six housemaids and various other servants to clean the whole house but the members had dirty hearts that needed cleansing first. 

He looked at his side. It was empty but the familiar scent of Kennedy remained there. The coldness stated she had left the bed early or maybe, at night. Who cared. He certainly didn't.

He had a great night and the way Kennedy's body reacted to his touch, it aroused him more. It still did. Corners of his lips curled up in a smile as he reminisced the memories of the previous night. He felt his muscles twitch again...down there.

Drops of blood on his white sheet caught his eyes and he still wasn't satisfied with her answer. Scratches won't spill blood. 

He went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. As the droplets fell on his skin, he closed his eyes. He wondered how Kennedy would be felt fucking under the shower. 

Shit!

He cursed in his mind. He would never do that. She wasn't his girlfriend. He mentally scolded himself even thinking about it. The relationship should stay only on the bed. He came out and donning himself in his usual pairs of black jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, went for the kitchen.

As he entered, he found Kennedy there, and she had already made breakfast.

His heart thumped. Not at the sight of her smooth legs that displayed under her purple nightgown, no. Because it seemed like those movie dramas where your girlfriend would make breakfast after sex. He cringed his nose. 

Kennedy's long hair was tied to a bun and her neck and shoulders were visible in front of him where two thin straps caught her cloth. He craved to leave a bite there but clenched his teeth instead. 

It was Saturday and it was his turn to make breakfast. Why the hell was she doing it?

"Morning." His greeting came a little hoarse that startled Kennedy.

She looked at him wide-eyed. "Hey! Morning!"

"I thought today's my turn."

"I was just...err..."

He raised a brow as her cheeks reddened. Was just one night enough to fall in love? He scoffed mentally at the woman's stupidity. Then he should just break the relationship.

"Following the fourth rule..." She looked like she wanted to hide under the ground and she turned around to prepare the plates.

Then it clicked him. She wasn't in love or such a thing but following the rule. He released a breath and a smirk formed on his lips.

He stood close to Kennedy as their bodies came in a touch and she stilled. He leaned to her ears and whispered, "Do you want me to continue now?" He caught her earlobe with his teeth and added, "and satisfy you again?"

She shivered under his touch and he could notice goosebumps forming on her skin. His hands slowly reached her breasts and caressed her perked up nipples above her silk nightdress.

"No..." A gasp left from her mouth as he pinched on them.

"Are you sure?" Samuel teased in a husky voice and one of his hands went down to her thighs slowly extending to her sensual spot. 

She caught her mouth with one hand to muffle a threatening moan. Too late! He knew exactly how to make her scream. He was certain by now she won't challenge him anymore. After Kennedy came out of the bathroom last night, he showed her no remorse. 

He put two fingers at once as she shrieked with his sudden play and he couldn't deny he was enjoying this. Her flesh was swollen and she acted like she was new to this. Yes, she felt tight yesterday. Maybe she hadn't had sex for a few months. Who knows? He didn't care.

"No..." she whimpered.

"Your body is saying it, otherwise." His lips nibbled on her shoulder blades and his other hand was busy with her soft breast. "Besides, you still need another punishment for yesterday."

And he left her, taking his plate.

Samuel sat down on the chair as his eyes gazed at Kennedy's messed up body. She was still trembling and her cheeks stained with redness, her breath shaky. She bit her lips while her deep brown eyes shot him a knowing glare. Her nipples were visible under her cloth and she pressed both of her legs tightly to stop the trembling.

Samuel couldn't contain his smirk as he could see her getting frustrated with the unfinished task. He would have gladly fucked her against the slab but he would be late for class. Which he definitely wanted to avoid. 

Besides, sometimes it's worth waiting. His face darkened at the thought of the scenarios about how he will torment her body. It was first step to her punishment.

"So, how're your scratches?" he asked as he munched on the toast and cut the egg.

She froze and it didn't leave him as she started to play with the hem of her nightgown. 

"It's — it's good. Will be fine." She put a piece of egg while her eyes stayed on her plate.

His intense gaze bored on her as he cut another piece. He could distinguish her body was fidgeting under his watchful eyes.

"Hmm... Does it cut whenever you have sex?" 

"Y—yes." She bit her lips.

"Stop lying." 

Kennedy looked at him wide-eyed and he could tell she was lying. From just three days, he could read her like an open book. She stuttered whenever the situation was out of control.

He stopped eating and leaned back on his chair, his eyes stared at her as she gulped.

"You were a virgin, weren't you?"

She didn't answer but the redness on her ears said it otherwise.

He clenched his fists. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck a virgin. Surely, it felt great but he was against it even if it was merely a relationship of lust. Last time he laid with a virgin and she turned out to be a nagging bitch. 

"It's okay. It's not like we're gonna fall in love," Kennedy reasoned.

"Better be that way." He stood up and left his unfinished breakfast.

"Hey! At least eat before you go." Kennedy shouted at him which annoyed him even more. No one ever ordered him what to do or not.

"I am done already."

"Stop wasting your food, kid!"

He snapped his head at her, fuming with anger. Kennedy stood there with her hands above her chest with a determined face. It was red with anger.

"Don't ever call me that!"

"I will if you behave like a child."

There was something about Kennedy that aroused him each time his eyes fell on her. She wasn't too gorgeous nor had a model-like figure but it sparked something within him that Samuel's mind played tricks on him. He just wanted to smash that confident look from her face and fuck her endlessly until he was satisfied.

He took a few long strides and reached her small figure which gave an assurance that she won't falter back no matter how intimidating he was. This person wasn't the same person from last night. She was someone else. She was vulnerable. But this person had a soul fire within her that sparked against ice as if a goddess awaiting to be born. Her deep shades of brown eyes promised darkness and it made him want her more. He craved her right there and then.

He took a fistful of her hair as her hands loosened their purpose and slumped down at her sides. He leaned as their faces became close and her feminine fragrance invaded his nostrils. Her eyes stayed unblinking and shocked engraved on her face as he smashed his lips against her. He bit hard enough to taste her blood. The metallic scent mixed with her delicate aroma and he sucked on her. 

She whimpered against him as her eyes closed and now he felt satisfied.

He pulled up as his tongue mopped his lower lip, her odour still lingered on him. "Never order me what to do."

She opened her eyes and Samuel noticed her lips had taken a different shade of red. 

He picked up the toast and gave one last glance at her petrified veneer he promised, "Tonight, you're gonna regret saying that."

And he left.

*****

Another boring day of college but Samuel barely paid any heed to it as it was always the same for him. However, today was something special. Rage and excitement mixed in a whirlwind in him. He felt restless and his mind clouded with a strange stiffness.

He didn't know what stirred him up, the vulnerable side of Kennedy or the confident side of her. Was his threat managed to scare her? She was a virgin. Surely it would scare her. Better than the nagging bitch.

As he entered the college gate, unwanted stares directed at him. He parked his car and took his bag while headed toward his class.

He had confronted many gazes from the past two years and the years before that but it was slightly different. 

He recognized a blonde-haired guy flirting with some of the girls of his class. And in there, there was a light brown girl who stayed attached to him: Monica Hamilton. 

Noah turned as he reached as well as Monica and the other two girls.

"Yo!" Noah winked and Samuel took his seat.

"Morning!" Monica greeted which he disregarded. A sad face appeared over her face and she excused herself from them. The two girls followed her closely.

"Can't you stop being a jerk to her all the time?" Noah asked but he was far from offended.

"She asked for it."

Noah huffed and sat beside him occupying another chair and asked, "Can you lend me your project, pretty please?" 

He cooed and Samuel crunched his nose. "No!"

"C'mon! It's just one project!"

"What about the other two?"

A sheepish grin formed on his lips followed by a wink, "Well, a friend of mine did it for me."

Samuel shook his head and let him borrow it. As Noah started to copy he asked, "By the way, did you fall in love with Annabeth?"

He turned to him with a quizzical brow, "What?"

"Well, a rumour is going that you haven't taken on a girl after Annabeth."

"That's some rubbish rumours."

"So, is it true?"

Samuel leaned back on his chair and asked, "You know me better than anyone. What do you think?"

Noah hummed as he continued to duplicate the project. "What about the girl, Kentucky?"

"Kennedy."

"Yes, yes. Whatever. What about her?" Noah stopped writing and his curious gaze stared at him.

"Nothing."

Noah's eyes narrowed down to the slits as he knew she wasn't a relative and definitely not a girlfriend. He had been Samuel's best friend for the past twenty years after moving to this city at the age of three. They had a close relationship between their families and Noah had always clung to him.

"What?" 

"Nothing." Noah got back to his project and Mr Bridgers came making Noah curse under his breath.

The classes ended at usual pace and Samuel got up to leave for home, his mind thinking of the ways he would torment her body. It was momentous how his previous partners could never devour his mind like Kennedy. He bit his tongue. Why was he thinking of her?

"So, let's hang out in your place," Noah said to Samuel and Devid nodded in agreement.

"No."

"Why? Tomorrow's Sunday! And Mr Bridgers' projects are finished." 

"I'm busy tonight." Samuel headed toward his car, leaving behind shocked friends. Noah's doubtful gaze stayed on him but he nodded, "Okay. See you on Monday."

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28th December, 2020