Her skin crawled as he touched her. “Let me the fuck go! You can’t do this!” She tried to wrench her arms free of whoever was standing behind her as Barak held court over the tense little group. She could hear nasty laughter behind her ear.
“You should be thanking me,” Barak said, standing far too close, ignoring Tragos’ threats. He touched her like he was entitled to, hand slipping under her top and moving around her ribs. “He’d been jacking off to you for weeks before I played matchmaker. Seems like you liked it enough to come back for more. What a little slut, opening your legs for that pup. I figure I'm owed a finder’s fee. It’s only fair I get my cut.”
Marcie was quivering with adrenaline, and she tried to twist away from Barak’s loathsome caress. His face was far too close to hers for comfort. “Let me go,” she repeated through her teeth. “You’ll regret this.”