“I plan to, Marcie-baby,” Barak purred in Marcie’s ear, his breath hot on her skin as he got off on her fear. He raised his eyes as Tragos lunged toward him, and both Gino and Tycho grabbed an arm each and slammed him back against the wall and pinned him there. Tragos fought, but both men were skilled fighters as well, and knew how to hold a body that didn’t want to be held. He saw Barak’s hand creeping over Marcie’s stomach, invading the gap between her pants and her top where his rough fingers found her skin, and Tragos thrashed against their grip even harder.
"I said let her go! Barak, I’m fucking serious, I will fucking kill you!”