Page 10 of Isabelle’s Forbidden Love

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“You think you can get me all hot, and then just disappear?” Kevin slammed her against the wall.

The jerk had no idea who he was dealing with. She wasn’t just Samson Woodford’s daughter, she’d also undergone Scanguards’ rigorous bodyguard training, which included several martial arts disciplines.

“Take your fucking hand off me, or you’ll lose it,” she said as calmly as the annoyance churning up in her allowed her.

“You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you? I bet you’re a veritable wildcat in bed,” he dared reply.

“Not that you’re gonna find out.” It would be a cold day in hell when she allowed somebody like Kevin to touch her. “This is my last warning: take your hands off me.”

Isabelle knew he wouldn’t comply. He was too stupid, too arrogant. She readied herself. It would be fun trashing this guy. That’s just what she needed now, to let her frustration out on this idiot who thought he could impose his will on her. She would teach him.

Isabelle jerked her knee up. The thrust would have hit Kevin’s balls dead-on had he not been yanked back and flung against the opposite wall with such force that his body left a dent in the drywall.

The man who’d exercised such strength was no other than Orlando. Where the hell had he come from?

Orlando snatched the stunned vampire by his jacket and jerked him up. “Didn’t you hear the lady? She told you to take your dirty paws off her.”

Kevin appeared too stunned and too intimidated by Orlando’s looming figure that he didn’t say a word.

“And you know what we do with men who don’t listen to women? Don’t you?” Orlando let his fangs descend, and his eyes glared in a menacing red.

Isabelle’s breath caught in her throat. Not only had she never heard Orlando speak several sentences in one go, but he also looked like the most formidable avenging protector she could have ever imagined. Her heart beat loudly and rapidly against her ribcage.

Orlando pulled Kevin to him so their faces were only inches apart. “If I ever see you here again, I’m gonna stake you myself, and I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it. Nod if you understand.”

She’d never seen a vampire shake with fear, but Kevin trembled, and quickly nodded.

Orlando let go of him and gave him a shove toward the back exit. “If I still see you in two seconds, you’re dust. One…”

Kevin turned and charged toward the exit. A second later, he was gone.

She heard Orlando take an audible breath, before he lashed her with a glare. “As for you…”

His eyes were still shining red, and his fangs were still fully extended and peeking past his lips.

“You should have screamed immediately when he cornered you,” Orlando ground out. “One of us would have heard you.”

Annoyed by his commanding tone, Isabelle instantly became defensive. “I was dealing with him. And I certainly didn’t need you to rescue me. I was about to kick him in the balls. But no, you, you big oaf, had to interfere!” The more she thought about it, the more pissed off she got. “I don’t need to be rescued! I can handle myself.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You done with your tirade?”

Isabelle fisted her hands at her hips. “Tirade? You haven’t heard anything yet!”

Orlando snatched her arm and dragged her around the corner to a niche that led into the storage area.

“What the fuck, Orlando?”

He whirled her around and pressed her back against the wall, then blocked her with his massive body. “Oh, now, you’re screaming?”

She pressed her lips together, lost for words. Why was Orlando so pissed off? She’d never seen him like this. No, correction: she’d seen him angry like this when her brother Grayson had told him that he’d suspected Orlando of being behind their father’s kidnapping, an assumption that had been wrong.

“Now show me how you were gonna fight him off!” he demanded.

He leaned in, only inches separating their bodies now. His massive frame was engulfing hers, and she could neither see past him nor could anybody walking by see her.

“I said—”

Isabelle put her hand on the back of his nape and pulled him down to her. “Shut up, you oaf.” Then she put her lips on his and kissed him before he could escape.