As soon as that scumbag put his hands on her face, I was moving. The sight of him forcing himself on her sent a white-hot surge of fury through me, obliterating any hesitation. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jacob moving as well, his protective instincts kicking in just as fiercely. He must have felt the same way I did—disgusted and enraged by the sight of his sister being kissed by someone she clearly didn’t want near her.
My steps were long and purposeful, each one fueled by the primal need to rip Sam away from her. My eyes were probably scorching holes into his skin, the intensity of my gaze aimed straight at his smug, oblivious face. I couldn’t stand to see her struggling against him, her body trying to twist away while her hands pushed at his chest in a futile attempt to free
