Worth It (Forbidden Men 6)

“Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking hand,” he growled in her ear.

I gulped. Crap. I think I just pissed myself anyway...and he wasn’t even pissed at me.

And why did the word piss keep floating through my head?

Cam’s whore—sorry, I hadn’t been able to concentrate on her name when Cam had said it because at the time, her boobs had been flopping everywhere, distracting me—squeaked out her fear and slapped at his arm, trying to break free. “What the hell? You can’t talk to me like that. Get your hands off me.”

When she whacked him again and tried to pull away, he let go of her so fast, she lost her balance and fell, landing hard on her ass.

It would’ve been funny if I weren’t so shocked that he looked so mad, and I had no idea why he even cared.

Ten and Asher seemed similarly struck.

“Whoa. Dude.” Ten lifted his hands as if disclaiming any part of the confrontation.

“Uh...” Asher glanced between the new guy and the woman. But the woman seemed basically okay as she sputtered and scrambled to her feet.

“Get out,” the new guy said in a voice that made a damn decent Terminator impersonation. It definitely sent a shiver up my spine and had Cam’s woman racing for the door without a backward glance.

“I can’t...” Ten shook his head and backed up a step. “You just manhandled a woman. Dude.”

“What?” my savior growled, seemingly confused. “I did not.”

“Well, you...you loomed,” Ten stuttered. “And threatened to break her hand.”

“It’s called intimidation. Got her to leave, didn’t it?”

“You pulled her hair,” Asher added.

The stranger seared Asher with a glare. “Because she fucked with the wrong person.”

I sucked in a startled breath. “What?”

The cloth on the back of the new guy’s shirt bunched as his muscles tensed. With no idea why he would feel so protective of me of all people, I froze when he turned his head, just his head, and looked my way.

I felt electrocuted from such a penetrating stare. It was like my heart seized and all my organs turned to liquid, and yeah...brain zapped dead.

“Uh...” I mumbled.

I couldn’t read a single thing from his hard stare. Worry? Anger? Disappointment? He didn’t appear to be soft and sympathetic, but there was nothing malicious in his expression either. It was just...intense. It made me instantly wet. My nipples went hard, and a hot, tingling shiver raced over my skin.

A vision surged through my brain, of him staring at me with that same, hard penetrating stare as he stalked toward me, pushed me down on top of a nearby table, ripped my clothes apart and spread my legs open before he took me hard and fast and savagely.

I couldn’t say I was a fan of being dominated, but holy hell if that little daydream didn’t light me up as I’d never been lit up before. My breathing came faster as I stared at him and tried to blink the dirty thoughts from my head.

Then...just like that, he turned away and strode off, uttering something low to Ten as he passed, something that sounded like, “I’m out.”

He prowled toward the exit like some kind of demonic avenging angel, if there ever was such a thing, who’d just completed his mission and was now leaving because his work was done.

I gaped after him, stunned by the force of my strange attraction and not sure what to do to about it, but hell...he’d just helped me. And I felt drawn to him, wanting to get closer, even though rationally, I knew I should probably be wary.

Following my gut, I called, “Hey!” before I could stop myself and hurried after him.

He kept going, ignoring me. I had no idea what to say, but something inside me wouldn’t let me give up the chase. “You,” I added stupidly, wincing and wondering if I’d gotten his name earlier.

He still didn’t stop, so I reached out and grabbed his arm, the warmth and muscle under my hand startling me with how strongly it affected me. He sucked in a breath as if I’d burned him. Then he stopped so fast and whirled back I almost rammed into his ginormous chest. When he jerked out of my grasp, I gulped and drew back quickly, fumbling to catch my balance.

But Christ, he was tall. And huge. As he towered over me, I shrank farther away, because I wasn’t used to this level of instant attraction.