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 churn. she hit him—on the back, the head—anywhere she could reach, but it was useless. Her clothes, already skimpy due 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—an ashtray. Without hesitation, she slammed it hard against the man's head. The impact rang through the room, the ashtray shattering on impact. The man froze for a second, stunned. Then, rage twisted his face, and he raised a hand to slap her. Samantha gritted her teeth and struck him again. And again. Blood trickled do