“Are you okay?” she asked urgently, her hands trembling as she held onto him.
“I thought I made it clear,” James shouted, his face twisted with rage. “I don’t f*****g like it when someone tells me what to do!”
He advanced again. Ethan immediately moved to block his path, putting himself between James and Isla.
“Move aside, you little pipsqueak,” James snarled. He shoved Ethan hard to the side, sending him stumbling.
Then James reached out, grabbed Isla by the arm, and dragged her toward him. His fingers slid across her cheek in a slow, mocking caress as he leaned in close.
“Such a pretty little maid,” he murmured, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. “Too bad you picked the wrong man.”
“I wonder…” James murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “If I have some fun with you right
