Chapter 35

Coming to, my face is fucking killing me. Actually, my whole fucking head is killing me. I try to open my eyes, but it almost feels like one of them is glued shut.

You did get kicked in the fucking face, Cora.

Barely able to open the other, I struggle to see as I lean into the muscular chest I'm resting against. Running my fingers over the dress shirt, I whisper, "Samuel."

His hand comfortingly rubs up and down my back, while lightly pulling me tighter to him. Carefully sweeping the hair from my tender face, he takes his time tucking it behind my ear as he whispers, "No, sweetheart."

I startle at the voice—immediately placing it as the dark-haired man from the house—and he wraps his huge hands around me to keep me from moving. Both of his hands are on my skin, meaning I'm still completely bare as I sit on his lap. My only comforts come from the fact that he's still fully dressed beneath me, and none of him is inside of me.

"Where is Samuel?" I struggle to ask, both for fear of the answer and the throbbing pain echoing through my skull that accompanies every syllable.

"Your boyfriend?" the blond scoffs from the driver's seat of the car. "I don't think you'll need to worry about him anymore. I'd be surprised if he didn't bleed out before we got your limp body in the car."

Fighting back the urge to scream in agony, tears silently roll down my cheeks. The salty droplets burn as they roll over the open wound on my cheek, but the pain they cause is nothing like the heavy feeling in my heart.

Samuel…

"Speaking of blood," the deep voice of the dark-haired man beneath me demands my attention, "you've ruined my suit, and I'm going to expect you to pay for that."

"Do you take check or card?" My voice oozes with insolence and sarcasm.

"Neither." He fists the hair at the back of my head so hard my scalp burns, the pain radiating around my head so violently that stars flutter across my vision. Yanking my head back and forcing me to look at him, a wicked smile spreads across his face as he says, "This establishment only takes pussy and ass."

"Are you seriously going to fuck her while I drive us down the highway?" the blond questions. "It's bad enough she's fucking naked on your lap in broad daylight."

A devilishly dark laugh vibrates against me from the man holding me tightly to him.

"I'll wait," His hands roam over my body, and a sickening feeling grows in my stomach at his touch. "We're only a few minutes from the boss's place."

"Enough time to do it twice, I'm guessing," I quip, and I can't help but smirk when the driver doesn't hide his laughter.

I've dealt with enough men like him to know how they function. Turned on or angry. The muscle-clad asshole isn't capable of dealing with both feelings at the same time. And in the end, one is going to be much easier for me to endure.

At least in the long run.

His huge, meaty paw of a hand slaps my cheek so hard that the sound reverberates around the car. It's not enough for him, and he hits me again before gripping my face with enough force to bruise my cheeks and jaw.

"You're a real mouthy fucking bitch." His spittle lands on my face as the angered words spew from his mouth.

"So, I've been told," I shrug. "Your mom probably should've been a little mouthier, if you know what I mean."

The blond laughs uncontrollably.

Who doesn't love a well-timed, ‘your mom should've swallowed,' joke?

Apparently, the butt of the joke.

Throwing me forward, he slams my face against the dashboard with such force that I almost black out. He shoves my near-limp body to the floor between his feet and begins undoing his pants.

"Let's see how much shit you talk when you have my cock shoved in your mouth." He fumbles with his zipper as we pull to a stop.

"You can't afford to put your cock in her, Adam," a familiar woman's voice shouts from the elevator bank beside the car. "Unless you plan on working for free, I suggest you tuck that back into your pants."

I release a heavy sigh of relief as he zips back up. Pulling me back into his lap, he whispers, "She won't always be around. I intend to take my payment."