Damian's POV
Damien stood in conversation with Harold Chen and Robert Morrison, two potential investors, but he wasn't listening to a single word they were saying.
His entire focus was on James Worthington...standing too close to Aria, smiling at her with that charming, predatory grin Damien recognized all too well. James had a reputation. A habit of pursuing women who worked for other men, as if it was a game to him.
And now he was looking at Aria like she was prey.
Mine, something primitive in Damien's chest growled. She's mine. Touch her again and I'll destroy you.
He watched James's fingers brush against Aria's hand as she gave him a champagne glass. Watched her try to step back. Watched James follow.
The rage that flooded through him was white-hot, barely controlled.
He pulled out his phone and turned the vibrator to maximum, watching with dark satisfaction as Aria gasped and nearly collapsed. Watching her flee toward the kitchen, away from James's predatory attention.
