Chapter 95

• Isaac
• "Earn the right to eat my cum," Michael, my boss, growls, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward with a force that makes my eyes water. "You lied to me, Carter. First, you tell me you're taking a family vacation, then gang members show up to the office and threaten me? Yeah, you owe me a whole fucking lot."
• I hate his condescension, but I hate needing him more. Still, it's not like I don't enjoy this, but this is all Alyssa's fault. That useless, pathetic whore. If she hadn't left the way she did, I wouldn't be here now, choking on my boss's dick just to stay under his protection. She sent her brother and his friends after me. So, every humiliating moment, every second of submission—it traces back to her.