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

teeth and struck him

it, touched his forehead, and got blood on his hand. Then, his expression twisted into something even

heglared at her

onto the bed. The

around her, she was shocked and scared, but there was also a strange feeling of

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

1. ay. Gritting her

so she couldn't use it right away. teeth, she pressed his fingers against the screen until she managed to

since that last incident, she had dug op Leonardo's business card and memorized his number. She had no idea why she had done it at that time,

determined to prove she didn't need him. But here she was, desperately calling for his help. She had no idea if he would help her, but

unmediately declined her call. The second time, he

distant voice