Joanne kept her head down, her fingers trembling as she meticulously finished taping the sterile gauze over the torn flesh of his ear.
She had to endure the agonizing heat of his breath puffing against her neck for what felt like an eternity, her own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
The moment the medical tape was secure, she scrambled off his lap with desperate haste, her thighs burning as she slid to the absolute furthest corner of the leather bench, pressing her back against the cold car door.
Alfonso’s dark eyes narrowed instantly, his gaze tracking her movement with cold irritation.
“Get back over here,” he ordered, his deep baritone cutting through the low hum of the engine.
“Why the hell do you keep behaving this way, Joanne? You were pinned flat beneath my body just minutes ago in that hospital bed, and you seemed to enjoy my proximity perfectly fine then. Stop acting like a terrified rabbit unless you want me to reach over, drag you back, and make you sit on my lap for the rest of this fucking drive.”
Joanne felt a suffocating wave of heat rush to her face, her hands gripping the edge of her nursing coat.
“I am only sitting over here because… because I feel dirty and messed up,” she whispered, her voice incredibly husky and raw from hours of crying out under him.
She kept her eyes glued to the floorboards, her knuckles turning white.
“I am sticky all over. I just want some space.”
Alfonso let out a low, mocking scoff, leaning his large frame back against the leather headrest.
“It’s not a big deal, doctor. Besides, you have no one to blame but yourself. You’re the one who couldn’t stop squirting all over the place the moment I pulled out of you.”
Joanne practically choked on her own breath, shifting her weight uncomfortably against the seat.
She desperately wanted him to shut his mouth, terrified that he would continue detailing the graphic mechanics of the sex they had just shared—especially in front of Griffin, who was sitting right there in the driver’s seat.
But to her utter shock, Griffin didn’t look surprised by the explicitly crude conversation at all.
In fact, a faint, amused smirk caught the driver’s lips as he glanced at the rearview mirror.
“To be fair, Boss, you did spend a hell of a long time locked inside that room,” Griffin remarked casually, his hands steady on the steering wheel as he navigated the dark highway. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
“Has your stamina suddenly become that massive, or did the nurse just give you an extra potent dose?”
Alfonso’s gaze drifted slowly back to Joanne, his eyes heavy with a dominant, lingering satisfaction as he answered his man.
“My stamina has always been elite, Griffin. But I finally found a woman who could match it perfectly fine. For a little thing, she handled my weight and my length incredibly well.”
Joanne squeezed her eyes shut, shying off completely as she pointedly averted her gaze from the front rearview mirror, where she could see Griffin’s curious, searching stare lingering on her flushed face.
A profound sense of disbelief warped her mind.
She couldn’t understand how these men could casually talk about explicit, feral sex like it was nothing more than a casual business transaction or a sporting event.
It was completely foreign, terrifying, and degrading.
Alfonso tilted his head, a thoughtful, arrogant smirk tugging at his lips.
“Though, I have to admit, I didn’t think a virgin could handle me that well. I’ve always deliberately avoided virgins because of their sheer inexperience and how easily they break, but she was a completely different story.”
Up front, Griffin’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise.
He glanced back through the mirror again, his eyes widening as he took in Joanne’s trembling, battered state.
“Wait… she was still a virgin, Boss? What the hell was a beautiful, voluptuous woman like her still a virgin for in this day and age? Heavens must have been keeping her pure just for you.”
Griffin let out a low whistle, shaking his head.
“Man, she must have been incredibly unlucky to lose her virginity to a monster with your kind of brutal stamina. I bet she feels like she got hit by a truck.” Read the latest chapters at g.com.
Alfonso let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest.
“She wasn’t unlucky, Griffin. She was just a sleeping beauty, and she was damn lucky she met a man like me to wake her up. Trust me, the sweet nurse has a massive sex drive of her own hidden behind those sterile scrubs. She’s incredibly difficult to satisfy, but I made sure she was pleasured to the absolute maximum before we left that bed.”
The humiliating weight of their words was too much to bear.
Joanne felt her chest heaving, the walls of the car closing in on her as they dissected her innocence and her body’s traitorous reactions right in front of her.
Realizing she couldn’t stand them discussing her intimacy like a piece of meat for another second, she tightly closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the cold glass of the window, and forced her breathing to slow.
She had to pretend to be fast asleep, praying that her silence would finally make them change the subject.
The tactic seemed to work, as the playful, crude amusement in the front seat quickly dissolved back into the cold, cutthroat reality of the underworld.
Griffin’s face hardened, his eyes locking back onto the dark road ahead as his tone shifted into something strictly professional and lethal.
“Speaking of the ambush, Boss…” Griffin said, his voice dropping into a low, tense register.
“What are you planning on doing about Zuroth? Now that the bastard has officially made his move and targeted you directly at the hospital, we can’t just let this slide. The Bulldogs are pushing hard into our eastern territories.”
Hearing the name Zuroth—the ruthless, bloodthirsty leader of the Bulldogs Gang who had just ordered the hit on Alfonso, Joanne’s eyes remained tightly shut, but her ears strained to catch every word.
Alfonso didn’t answer right away.
The remaining warmth from his expression vanished entirely, replaced by a cold, demonic aura that made the temperature inside the vehicle drop to zero.
He reached up, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the blood-soaked gauze on his ear, his jaw clenching tightly.
When he spoke, his voice was a low, terrifying hiss that promised absolute slaughter:
“I am going to skin him alive the absolute moment I lay my eyes on that bastard.”