Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

“I want to watch,” someone yells out, but I don’t look back to see who and I don’t pay them a bit of attention.

“Will you slow down!?!?”

“No.”

I finally spot the restrooms and make a beeline for it. I look at the men’s room, but with my luck there will be men in there with all of their dicks out. With that thought in mind, I slap my hand against the door and push it open.

“Chains! You can’t go in the Ladies Room!”

“Funny, I just did,” I growl, finally letting go of her hand, but standing between her and the door. She’s not getting away from me.

“Oh my God!” some woman almost screams, she grabs her friend and leans against the stall doors as if she’s afraid I’m going to reach out and kill her. If her eyes get any bigger, I swear, they’re going to burst out of the sockets.

“Rawr!” I snap like a lion.

Her and her daughter let out screams and run out the door.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Kayden says, looking at the door and back at me as if I’ve lost my mind—and maybe I have. “Are you insane?”

“If I am, it’s because you’ve made me that way. What in the hell do you think you’re doing at a damn strip club and just what were you deep throating when I came in?”

“I wasn’t deep throating. The poor thing didn’t even call for that, it kind of curled in my mouth. You know like you do when you’re still asleep and not ready for playtime. Or you know, scared of my daddy.”

“Kayden,” I growl, my hand itching to spank her ass and show her just exactly what my dick can do to her.

“What? I’m just saying I thought I agreed to marry a man, but if you’re so afraid of my daddy that little Chains can’t come out and play….” She shrugs, not saying anything else and I narrow my gaze on her.

“You have about one-point-two-seconds to take that back and apologize before I show you exactly what happens when you piss off a man, Baby Girl.”

“But are you a real man? I mean, I think you are, but it’s been so long, I can’t really remember.”

“Kayden, I’m warning you.”

“I’m going to go back out. The dancer Kee-Kee hired still owes me a lap dance.”

“Baby Girl, if you try to take one step out of that door, I’ll make you regret it.”

“I doubt it. Daddy’s outside and you wouldn’t want to upset him,” she says, sounding bored as hell.

“Try me.”

“I believe I will,” she says and then goes to walk around me.

“Don’t test me, Kayden.”

I let her get beside me, when she gets about two steps from the door, I grab her, pulling her roughly against me.

“And that, was the wrong decision, Baby Girl,” I growl, my fingers thrusting painfully into her hair, as I pin her head back and force her to accept my kiss.

It’s time Kayden finds out just what kind of man she belongs to.48ChainsI pull her against my body, her back to my front, my arm tight around her chest and my hand biting into her hip, not allowing her to move, even as she tries to get free.

I steer her toward the counter and line of sinks, the light bright and one of the mirrors reflecting her angry defiance.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she growls, her eyes shooting fire.

“Teaching you a lesson, Kayden.”

“A lesson? Who in the hell do you think you are Chains? This is not funny! Let me go. It’s enough that you’ve probably given us seven years of bad luck!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Seven years of bad luck because you saw me before the wedding,” she huffs.

“That’s if you break a damn mirror, Kayden.”

“Stick around. If you don’t let me out of here, that’s coming, Chains.”

“The only thing coming in here is me inside of you and if you start being a little nicer, I’ll let you come too.”

“You’re insane. We are not making love in a bathroom at a strip joint.”

“You’re right, we’re not,” I agree and watch her get this little wrinkle in her forehead.

“Then, what—”

“We’re going to fuck, Baby Girl. I’m going to drill your sweet little pussy with my cock.”

“I… uh… Chains, you can’t do that here.”

I tighten my hold on her hip, letting go of her hands at the same time, crowding her body with mine, making it still impossible for her to move. I lock my fingers into her hair, yanking hard enough to cause just a sliver of pain, and tilting her head back towards me.

“Put your hands on the counter, Kayden and bend over.”

“No fucking way,” she argues, but I can hear the breathlessness in her voice. I see the way her nipples pebble against the blue silk of her dress. My girl’s not wearing a bra. She’s going to get in trouble for that too.