Page 40 of Enemies with an Earl
With a roar, he lunged. “I’ll kill you!”
He couldn’t see.
He couldn’t hear.
No sight. No sound. Just rage.
The Duke was a fuckingdeadman.
“It’s not what it looks like,” the Duke scrambled to say.
It wasn't what it bloody looked like? The man was stuffing his cock back in his breeches. It wasdefinitelywhat it bloody looked like!
Felix’s hand wrapped around the man’s throat, and he cocked his arm. Then let it fly, fueled by every fucking ounce of outrage hurtling through his frame. The Duke’s head snapped to the side, and Felix’s heart gave a joyful thump. He was distantly aware of a scream, but he was already shaking out his hand, ready to launch another blow.
A heavy weight dropped on his arm. He turned a glare on—his sister—and bared his teeth. He shook her off, and she stumbled backward. He latched onto the man’s throat with both hands.
“You bastard,” he hissed.
He squeezed tighter, and the perverted man wheezed. Good, the man didn’t deserve to breathe. Preying on his little sister?
The man frantically pulled at Felix’s hands, eyes bugging, face turning a satisfying shade of purple.
“Is this why you broke the betrothal? To take part in your own sick perversion?” he spat. He pulled the Duke back and slammed him back against the bedpost. A strangled noise erupted from the swell. “I’ll kill you for what you’ve done. And I. Will. Relish it.”
In the next breath, Felix was ripped off of the Duke. Fingers wrapped around his shoulder, his waist, like iron bands. They dug in like knives, but Felix didn’t feel pain. Murder. That was all he cared about.Murder.He growled and thrashed against the infuriating obstacle holding him back.
“Felix, get yourself under fucking control!” Felicity screamed, her voice rife with panic.
But control no longer existed. No one touched his family. No one debasedhis family. No oneharmedhis family.
His back collided with the wall, and the breath exploded from his lungs. His gaze flew to a glittering black one, and he recognized what stared back at him. Recognized it because it mirrored the vitriolic storm swirling violently inside him.
The intent to harm.
But when the owner of those eyes spoke, his words were jarringly emotionless. “You need to calm yourself,my lord. You touch His Grace again, and I’ll break your face, lord or not.”
Felix snarled and thrashed in Thorne’s grip. He’d like to see the man try to break his face.Go ahead. Try me, Thorne. Thorne’s jaw clenched. The man saw the challenge there, but he held firm, held himself calmly, no retaliation. A barricade.
“Mr. Thorne, take my brother to his chamber now.” Felicity thrust a finger at Felix. “You will go, Felix. And you will behave yourself,” she bit out. “I will join you momentarily. Compose yourself and stop acting like a bloody barbarian.”
Felix ceased struggling, chest heaving while snorting, enraged breaths discharged from him. A semblance of awareness trickled in.Fuck. You can’t actually murder a duke.But he couldseverely fucking injure one.
“I will see you at dawn,” he gritted out, and then allowed Thorne to push him from the room.
As soon as they were out in the hall, Felix tried to shake Thorne off, but the man’s grip was unrelenting.
“Get your bloody hands off me,” he snapped.
All he received in response was a set of flaring nostrils.
So, Felix leaned away and then hurled his shoulder into Thorne’s.
“Fucking hell!”
Felix fisted the front of the man’s waistcoat and slammed him into the wall. “I said, don’t fucking touch me. You donotwant to cross me, Thorne.” He shoved off Thorne and raked a disgusted look down the man.
“I don’t want to crossyou?” the man said icily. “You attacked the most important person in my life. I’m not the one who should be worried.” He glared right back at Felix, jaw ticking, white-knuckled fists balled tight.
