“Bang!”
Before Mr. Voss could finish speaking, a fist slammed into his face.
He staggered back with a pained cry, eyes burning with fury as he glared at the man who had hit him.
The moment his gaze locked onto Derek Sinclair’s, shock wiped the anger from his expression. “Second Young Master Sinclair? You”
He turned toward Naomi Hart, disbelief widening his eyes.
That pure, innocent face of hers… he never imagined she played so freely behind closed doors. First Sebastian Cole, then Marcus Sinclair and now even Derek Sinclair? The two brothers?
No wonder she hadn’t been afraid of him. With that kind of backing, of course she felt untouchable.
But if so many men had already claimed a place, why couldn’t he take one as well?
Derek’s voice cut through the air like ice. “Wipe that filthy
