"Under normal circumstances, I'd agree, but you've walked your fine ass into a syndicate-owned and operated club. All we hire here are prostitutes," Floyd spat, effectively flipping her over and slapping her cheek again. The pain was blistering, Floyd doing nothing to ease the sting as he gave her another harsh slap. Her core fluttered in delight at the rough handling, and she shifted her backside toward him without thinking. His palm caressed her heated cheek, and she nearly sobbed at the feel. "I'll not have the future mother of my children selling herself."
Did he just call her-?
Her body didn't get the message that she was supposed to be resisting him, her desire rolling through her like a tidal wave as she panted into the couch cushion, her backside thrust in his direction like a ca
