Her Tears Are His Weakness

Her Tears Are His Weakness 64

Chapter 64

"Let go of me!" Samantha struggled even harder, but the man on top of her, who reeked of stale cigarettes, kissed her face with his wet, saliva-covered lips. The sensation made her stomach chum she hit him -on the back, the head - amwhere she enulil reach, but it was useless.

Her clothes, already skimpre fue to her job at the club, tore easily under his rough hands. The man sneered, his expression darkening. "You'd better behave, sweetheart. Otherwise, don't blame me if you can't even get out of bed when I'm done with you."

"Let me go!" Panic surged through her. Her hand groped frantically along the nightstand until her fingers closed around something cold and solid Without hesitation, she slammed it hard against the man's head

—an ashtray.

The impact rang through the room, the ashtray shattering ont impact. The man froze for a second, stunned. Then, rage twisted his face, and he raised a hand to slap

and struck him

forehead. He noticed it, touched his forehead, and got blood on his

heglared at her

Before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and his body collapsed onto the bed. The bright

the blood around her, she was shocked and scared, but there was also a strange feeling of satisfaction. Men like him

outside the door, and she couldn't escape. If they found out what she had done... she didn't even

1. ay. Gritting her

and searched his pockets before pulling out his phone. It was locked, so she couldn't use it right away. teeth, she pressed his

She had no idea why she had

thought crept in Samantha had tried so hard to maintain her pride in front of Leonardo, determined to prove she didn't need him. But here

her call. The second time, he

Leonardo's calm, distant voice