WARNING:SEXUAL CONTENT

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MITCHS POV
I stood in front of Annika and Samantha, asking if they were okay, I only got one answer. Samantha stayed quiet and I knew she wasn't happy with what just happened to her. Annika left the hotel room when it grew silent.

Samantha kept her gaze at the ground, taking her hand and leading her out the room, we met up with Stan and Annika with the physicist. Stan was tying up the man "Let's go, we don't need security seeing us." he led the physicist to the stairs and we followed. I put the gun, that I had taken, in the back of my pants and covered it with my shirt.

We walked down the stairs and Samantha still wasn't saying anything, but I had noticed that blood still dripping down her neck. "How's your neck" "Oh, it's fine." she wiped the blood off, "Nothing serious."

I wanted to ask her and her father so many questions about this Ghost guy. Sam had a past with the guy and I wondered what he wanted with Stan. I figured right now wasn't a good idea to ask anything though.

We exited through the back door of the hotel and ran to the rental car. Stan threw the guy in the trunk and we piled into the car. Stan started driving to a different hotel.

"Stan, what the fuck? I thought you were eyes on, why didn't you spot him?" I questioned as I glanced at him. I was pissed off that one, he didn't warn us. Two that we were caught, and three, that this guy had touched Samantha. "They were already in the damn hotel, local mafia is working with them."

He looked back at the girls who were still shaken up, something must've happened to Annika, since she wasn't saying anything either.

THRITY MINUTES LATER
We pulled into a new hotel and got out of the car.
Annika grabbed her bag and started walking inside. "I'll let Kennedy know we have the physicist." Stan opened the trunk and I had waited till Annika was inside the hotel.

Samantha stayed back as I started to question Stan. "Who is this guy Stan,huh? "What's the target? What's the target huh?" Stan ignored me and started asking the physicist. The man in the trunk kept replaying with 'I don't knows'. "Yeah you do" Stan said back as he lit a cigarette.

I looked at Sam who stood off to the side with her arms crossed. Turning my attention back to Stan, I asked once more. "Obviously you two know this guy. Did you train him?" Again, ignoring me, Stan covered the guy in gasoline "You smoke? You a smoker? That's a bad habit you know." he took the cigarette out of his mouth and tried to put it into the physicist's. "Where they building the bomb? Where are they building it?!"

The physicist shook his head as he tried to plead for us to let him go, Stan threw in the cigarette and closed the trunk. He walked passed me, as if I didn't exist, and into the hotel. I looked at him in disbelief, was he really not going to tell me anything?

"Is your father really not going to tell me anything about this guy?" Saying while looking at Samantha. Again she was quiet, she sighed and shrugged as she walked inside.

I was beginning to get pissed off again. Im on this mission, why won't anyone trust me? I followed Samantha and she got us a room. "They only had one room left. So we can either share or I can let you and Annika continue your little make out session." She raised her eyebrows as she held the hotel's key-card up to me.

Is this what all of her silence towards me was about? All because I kissed Annika? i'll admit, it wasn't my proudest moment. Although I liked Annika, I had grown feelings for the girl in front of me.

I sighed and put her hand down, taking her other and asking what floor we were on, I led her to the elevator.

SAMANTHAS POV
I was surprised when Mitch took my hand. I had thought he would've want to go with Annika. I mean that did seem to enjoy each other just a few hours ago. Not to mention their little moment in the car earlier.

We walked into the elevator and he pushed the button with our floor number. Mitch glanced at me, looking at my figure up and down, and looked back at the elevator doors. "So...are you going to talk to me again any time soon?"

I huffed, I didn't know what I wanted to do. Sure it was pretty childish of me to give him the silent treatment, but I was honestly mad at him. I realized had my feelings for him, and I thought by the way he spent the night with me almost two days ago, I thought he might've felt the same, guess I was wrong.

I couldn't keep this up forever though, I was bound to talk to him sooner or later. After all he was my recruit."We'll talk in the room."

The elevator doors opened and we walked out. Leading us to the room we were staying in, I unlocked the door and walked inside. Mitch followed and took out the gun that he kept hidden, throwing it on to the desk that was up against the wall. I sat on the bed as he leaned against the table and stared at the wall.

"What did Ghost, or Ronnie whatever you call him, mean when he said he used to have you?" I rolled my eyes at him and looked at the floor. "Mitch I-" "No Samantha, don't make excuses." He had turned to me now, "You said you would talk and I need to know who this guy is. Was he Stans recruit, were you two a...a thing?"

It took me a while to answer, I was scared to tell Mitch the truth. Not that I was scared of him, but more so to bring up my past.

Ronnie and I did have a past together, it's something that I regret everyday. "You know Mitch, why do you care? Why are you so invested with knowing about me and Ronnie?!"

He was talking back by my sudden outburst. Mitch shook his head at me, "Because Samantha you're not the only one who wasn't fine when that guy had his hands all over your body."

Mitch threw his hand up, pointing to unknown place, and stepping towards me.

My mouth slightly fell open at his words. I knew that Mitch somewhat cared about me but I didn't think he'd admit to it.

"Fine...Ronnie used to be my dads recruit. At the time I was also in training. Ronnie had taken an interest on me since we were partners, and although I wasn't supposed to get my feelings involved, I did. I fell in love with him and I thought he felt the same. In the end, he was only using me to get information on my family. He would take advantage of me for everything. I was clueless, but before I knew it, he was trying to kill my father and brother."

Mitch came closer and sat next to me, he wiped off the streams of water that fell down my face. I didn't even notice that I started to cry. God Samantha are you for real? Why am I crying?

I got up and walked to the spot Mitch stood just a second ago, I was embarrassed for him to see me like this. I wiped off the remaining tears and looked down at my fumbling hands. "I'm sorry..." apologizing for my  breakdown, but I didn't know what else to say. "Don't be sorry Samantha."

Footsteps started coming towards me. The man that I had to share a room with, was now behind me. "Did Ronnie...kill your mother?."

Now I was the one taken back, I don't know how he could've guessed it but he did.

I nodded, trying to keep my tears from returning back to my cheeks. Mitch took it upon himself to wrap his arms around my body, pulling me into a hug. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck.

I had longed for Mitch to be this close to me since the night he had comforted me. Funny how this looked like the same outcome.

I leaned into his chest, accepting the hug.

Moments had gone by and I stopped crying. I let myself go in his strong arms. I liked this comfort that he showed me.

Mitch started to loosen his grip, making me snap back into reality and catch my balance.

"Mitch...why were you going to tell Ghost where my father was?" I questioned out of the blue, breaking the silence that had been in the room for too long.

"Like I said Samantha, you're not the only one who hated having Ghost's hands on you."

His cold hands had pulled my hair off of the side of my neck and he placed it on to the other side. His thumb ran against the small cut that was caused by Ghosts' men's knife. "I couldn't bare to see you get touched by somebody else. I wanted to end it, and if that was the only way that I could, I was going to tell him."

THRID PERSON POV
Although another mans hands had been on Samantha just almost two hours ago, he wanted to feel her soft skin once more. Respectfully, Mitch swept aside Samantha's brown hair.

The girl shivered at his touch, feeling his cold hands graze across her neck.

Mitch replied to Samantha's question as his hand traveled from her hair down her shoulder.

Samanthas shirt had been ripped from the fight earlier, exposing a small part of her skin. Mitch's fingers traced along the material, that had been distressed from her shoulder blade to the top of Samantha's back.

Samantha didn't know what to think of Mitch's actions. She just had another man's hands all over her earlier and she didn't accept it, but this was Mitch, someone who she had longed for.

As much as she wanted to tell him to stop, she didn't, because in all honesty she didn't want it to stop. She needed more of this sensation.

Mitch's finger tips had slowly went down to her sides, then to the hem of Samantha's navy shirt.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his lips whispering her neck. They ever so slightly kissed the small cut. Samantha's breath hitched in her throat, she wanted this moment so bad, yet she still wasn't prepared for it.

Samantha turned in Mitch's arms that had formed around her once again, she looked up into his eyes. His honey brown eyes lingered over her face and body.

Samantha's fingers grazed along the cuts and bruises that were on the man's face. "Mitch, are you really asking me that question when you can see how badly I want you." Mitch smirked, licking his lips.

"I'm sorry for kissing Annika, Samantha. I want you to know that it meant nothing to me." Mitch felt the need to apologize before continuing with his lustful actions. Samantha didn't care at the moment though. "Don't talk about that bitch anymore."

Samantha had fallen victim to Mitch and couldn't stand to wait anymore.

She pulled him closer by his shoulders, their legs intertwining as they stood there. Samantha pulled his face along with his body, their lips immediately forming together.

Their lips moved in sync, his soft ones grazing over hers. Mitch's hands were running up and down Samanthas sides, her shirt being slightly pulled up every time his hands would go up.

She could feel a small cut on his lips and she pulled away. She took her hand and softly ran her fingers over it. Mitch had cracked a small smirk as she did so.

"Don't worry about that" he whispered as he picked her, placing her on the table. Now their faces finally meeting at the same height. Mitch connected their lips once again, this time with more force.

Samantha's hands were tangled in his hair on the back of his neck, giving it slight tugs as they continued kissing.

Butterflies grew in Sam's stomach as Mitch took his lips to her neck. As he placed small kisses on her skin, he took one of his hands and held the back of Sam's neck to keep her close.

Mitch sucked on her sweet skin, leaving dark bruises. His free hand slid down to her leg, taking a hold of it, he pulled her closer to his body.

It had been a long time since Samantha felt like this,but never had she had never felt such a touch like Mitch's. His was different from Ronnies and she was more comfortable with him.

Samantha let out a small gasp as he found her sweet spot. Knowing what he had done, Mitch sucked harder, leaving a darker bruise than the rest.

Her head dipped back as his lips slide across her exposed collarbone. Although Samantha really enjoyed his lips being pressed against her neck, She had a different thought on her mind.

Pulling back from Mitch, She looked into his eyes as she went to take off his shirt. Sam saw a quite large cut along his side as the shirt slipped off. It had dried blood covering it and her fingers didn't hesitate to graze along it. "I'm fine Samantha. These cuts and bruises are nothing." Mitch joked.

She looked at him,worried "Are you sure?" Samantha pecked his lips, "Because I won't hold back." He nodded, slightly biting his lips at her words.

Mitch followed her lead, and took off the material that covered Samantha's torso. As her shirt came off, Mitch admired her body. Even if it was covered in dark bruises, that weren't left by him, it was still beautiful.

Although, Samantha didn't feel the same about her figure. She looked away, scared that Mitch didn't want to carry on after looking at what's in front of him.

He had noticed that her attention was turned away and he grabbed her chin. He gave her a small kiss and whispered against her lips once again. "You're beautiful."

"You have no idea how much I want you right now." She blurted out, kissing him harder than before.

Taken by surprise, at how just a few seconds ago they were kissing ever so passionately, Mitch started to kiss back just as hard. Picking up the pace in their movements, Mitch picked Samantha up by her thighs and carried her to the bed that sat in the middle of the room.

As he laid her down, he didn't even attempt to break the contact between their lips. Mitch's lips went down to her jaw, her collarbones, and her chest. Then down her stomach, and down to the hem of her pants.

He took it slow, making sure to savor her body as much as he could. Much to his pleasing, Sam arched her back slightly as she watched him go down her stomach. She was sensitive to everything that was happening. Sure, she wasn't no newbie, but Ronnie had never treated her like this.

But she could tell he was holding back.

Sam pulled Mitch back up to meet his face, and without a warning, she flipped them over, straddling him.

Mitch wasn't at all surprised at Samantha's dominance. Sure, he would like to take more control, but he wasn't complaining.

Samantha reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants effortlessly. Getting off of him, she pulled his jeans off. Now the only thing covering him was his boxers, and Mitch didn't like the fact that he was the only with lesser clothing on.

Pulling Samantha back down to the bed, he undressed her and discarded her pants. "Mitchy Boy finally doing something, I see." Sam wrapped her arms around his neck. "There's more coming sweetheart."

Mitch proved that by unclipping Samantha's bra and slipping off her underwear, along with slipping off his boxers. He surely didn't hold back any longer, as he immediately entered her.

A heavy moan released from the girl's mouth. She definitely did not expect THAT. Kissing her, to make her feel at ease, Samantha started to relax.

Digging her nails into his macular back, Mitch started to thrust once she was comfortable. Low, and heavy, pants escaped his mouth as Samantha continued moaning at Mitch's movements.

She left deep red scratches all along Mitch's back as he continued pleasuring the girl. Deeply breathing, both of them knew they were close. Samantha's hands fell from his back and Mitch took the opportunity to slip his hand into her, intertwining them.

Her free hand went to his neck, pulling him into a kiss as she went over her edge, and Mitch soon following.

Mitch had thought Samantha was tired and had enough from how deeply her breaths were, but that was far from the case. Samantha had no intentions of stopping unless Mitch wanted to.

Tossing him over once again and straddling him, Samantha gave him a show worth watching. In which Mitch had to keep his hands on her waist, not for any reason, just that he liked to touch her toned body.

Their night didn't stop after that either. Need less to say they weren't going to get even four hours of sleep, but they didn't care.

Mitch and Samantha needed to be close to each other. They had been disregarding their feelings for one another for too long.

The sexual tension grew between them over the past week and they most certainly let it all out.

Even though it was rough, for both of them, Mitch couldn't deny that Samantha gave him the most passion and pleasure he's ever had.

And Samantha wouldn't even dare to put anyone that she had ever been with above Mitch.