He could have stopped it. He really could have. But he wanted to feel it. Sam wanted the pain. Because in all honesty? It kind of turned him on. The side of his face smarted a little, but aside from that there was nothing that he was concerned about. He twisted her arm around and pulled her toward him before she had another chance at hitting him. Then he put his other arm around her, grasping onto the hand that had just struck him, and pulled her toward him, his face leaning in toward the side of her face from behind as soon as she was certain that he had a pretty solid grip on the girl standing before him.