Even in a regular job, fatigue and stress accumulate over time, and in the work of a“Desperado” mercenary or “Winds of Destruction” this happens three times faster. Sam constantly felt the tension in his body. In addition, anger grew in him - at Armstrong, at “Desperado” and, above all, at himself. He wanted to take it out on someone or on himself unbearably.

Perhaps that is why you got together with Sam. It was only a matter of time before an affair would flare up between you. Sam thought to loosen his control just a little, but when on your first night, instead of a cry of pain from a too-hard slap on your buttock, he heard a sweet moan - he realized that under him, was the same sadomasochist as he was.

The loud footsteps echoed throughout the personal floor of the “Winds of Destruction”, and the blood seemed to be coming from a kilometer away, warning everyone about the approach of a gloomy Sam. He had accomplished the mission, but what exactly his task was did not please him at all, and now he really wanted to strangle someone and take a shower

He stopped at the door to his room and had already taken hold of the handle when he suddenly heard the sound of heels on the tiles. He saw your figure walking past him, and something clicked in his head. Fuck the shower.

Dragging you into the room, he pressed you against the wall. You hastily took off his suit while he kissed you, guiding your head with one hand and holding your hip with the other.

The searing kisses moved lower to your neck. Sam was biting, clenching his hand on your thigh to the point of pain. He heard your long moan and felt the taste of blood on his tongue. He got carried away and bit into your skin. Pulling away slightly, he watched as blood protruded around the small wound on your shoulder. Then he moved closer and licked it off. It could have looked like he was apologizing, but no - you knew he was tasting you like a vampire.

"I wanna fucking tear you apart."