Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,22
the matter, baby girl, aren’t I good enough for you?” he barked before tossing the guitar down and bounding off the stage. He continued ranting and raving as he pushed his way through the crowd toward us. “My dick’s bigger and better than Nigel’s. Trust me.”
“We need to go. Now,” Ava stated in a firm but calm tone.
“Right the fuck now,” Quinn seconded.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I snarled, watching Devon undress Mia with his eyes as he charged toward her with purpose.
“Come on, Oz. He’s not himself right now.” Mia gripped my arm and started tugging me toward the door.
“Go. Get in the limo with Ava and the others,” I instructed.
She shook her head defiantly. “If you’re staying, I’m staying.”
Before I could try and talk some sense into her, Devon rushed up and sent her a filthy smile. The cocksucker wasn’t undressing her anymore, he was fucking her senseless with his glassy-eyed stare.
“I’m glad you changed your mind. I can’t wait to get you wet, naked, and screaming my name.”
As Devon reached for her, Mia jerked back, but the idiot kept right on coming. Fear glistened in her eyes, but she held her ground.
“I didn’t change my mind. I’ll never get naked with you.”
“The fuck you say? You came here ’cause you want me. And I’m taking what’s mine.” Striking like a snake, he snagged Mia’s arm. “I’m going to fuck your tight pussy even if I have to tie you down to do it.”
His threat had Mia turning pasty white.
An unholy rage detonated inside me.
Ripping his hand from her arm, I tried to tug Mia behind me, but she darted out of reach.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time?” she snarled at me. Turning her attention on Devon, she inched to closer to him. “No means no, motherfucker. If you ever touch me again, I’ll rip your limp dick from between your legs and shove it up your ass.”
A dark and dangerous spark flickered in Devon’s eyes.
“Mia,” I warned.
“Back off, Oz. I got this.”
“You talk mighty big for a girl,” Devon sneered. “I’ll be happy to stick my dick up an ass…yours. In fact, let’s go to the bathroom, right now, and I’ll cram my cock inside your chocolate hole all night.”
As he went to grab her again, Mia let out a feral scream and launched her knee straight into his balls. The room erupted in laughter, cheers, whistles, and applause, but Devon didn’t crumple to the floor. He simply narrowed his eyes, flashed an evil grin, and let out an animalistic roar.
“Oh, hell,” Ross spat. “He’s so fucking high he can’t feel anything.”
I was still trying to process how such a feat was possible when Devon pulled his hand back. Before I could tug Mia out of the way, he slapped her across the face. A sharp cry tore from her throat as she skipped across the floor like a rag doll.
Ava rushed in and crouched beside Mia who was softly sobbing and holding her cheek. Quinn was a split second behind his wife.
“You fuckin’ whore,” Devon roared, curling his hands into fists.
Rage and terror collided.
“You’re a dead man,” I roared.
Devon peeled his fury off Mia and aimed every ounce of it on me. Charging him, I threw a hard right to his jaw. His head snapped back and blood began trickling from his mouth as I followed with a powerful left hook.
The asshole simply laughed, spat a wad of blood on the ground near Mia, and drew back his fist. Switching my weight to the balls of my feet, I was all too aware of his fist coming straight for my face. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ross’s meaty fist sailing through the air, connecting in a wicked uppercut to Devon’s chin.
The drugged-out prick went sailing through the air before crashing to his back with a grunt on top of a table. Beer bottles exploded in the air before toppling to the floor in a cacophony of broken glass. People seated at and near the table cursed and screamed as they launched to their feet. A leather-clad, tattooed beast reached out to offer Devon a hand, but the singer was so out of his mind, he punched the big man in his massive gut.
The other members of Slash Devils rushed to help their front man, when the badassed biker-looking dude grabbed Devon by the hair, lifted him off the table, and proceeded to smash his face against the wooden edge.