Turning my head, I confirm all my suspicions. There’s a group of guys leaning against the wall, drinks in hand as they watch her move. Another few men have moved to a high toptable close by, and I swear one of them is licking his lips while his eyes trail the length of her body.
I hate the way they're looking at her as though she's something they can have. Like she isn’t here with me. Like she isn’t mine.
While she might not actually be mine, she is here with me. She’s not mine, but that doesn’t stop the possessiveness clawing at my throat when one of them moves to stand at the end of the bar, needing a closer look.
Gianna laughs at the man, but that doesn’t stop her dance for me. She’s spinning around, and her dress is riding up her thighs. I stare at her legs, remembering how soft her skin feels.
I’m ripped from my memory when some asshole moves beside me and reaches up to grab her ass. Before I can spin around and deck the guy, Gianna takes matters into her own hands. With her bright red heel, she kicks the guy square in the chest.
He stumbles backward, but he collects himself quickly. Now, he’s swearing and charging toward the bar. He stands no chance at getting to her because I'm already moving.
But before I can get to him, Gianna jumps down from the bar and gets right in his face.
“Touch me again and I'll break your fucking hand.” Her voice is deadly calm, almost terrifying.
“Little girl,” he spits at her, his voice dripping with condescension. “Do what you were put on this earth to do. Shut your mouth and shake your ass for us guys busting our ass all week.”
I move in closer to their stand off. Knowing Gianna, she can likely handle herself, but I don’t trust the sleazy fucker. The second he tries anything with her, I’ll lay him out.
Gianna laughs in his face. “I’d lick this dirty ass floor after you’ve walked on it before I’d ever dance for you.”
“I think someone needs to teach you some manners,” the guy slurs, a clear sign that he’s celebrating the end of his work week with too many drinks.
Again, this little psycho giggles at his attempt to scare her. “I won’t be taking lessons from a pig that probably pisses on his balls with his tiny dick.”
The guy looks like he's about to lunge forward, but then his gaze darts to mine where I’m standing behind her. Whatever he finds in my expression is enough to have him turning and walking away.
“Gianna,” I say her name with a low groan.
She turns to me. “I can handle myself, and I did just that.”
“I can see that.” My jaw flexes as I try to calm my racing heart.
Her eyes roll as she sighs. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”
Leaning down until our faces are closer, I ask, “How am I looking at you, Chaos?”
Those big brown eyes flit across my face. “Like you are two seconds away from throwing me over your shoulder like some kind of caveman.”
I lean in closer, taking in the scent of her and watching the way her pupils dilate at my proximity. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking about doing.”
Her breath catches. “Then do it.”
She’s challenging me, and I don't give her a chance to change her mind. In a flash, I bend down, grab her around the waist, and toss her over my shoulder.
She lets out the most adorable sound. It’s something between a laugh and a shriek, and it goes straight to my dick. “Daemon! Put me down!”
“Not a chance.”
I carry her out of the bar, forcing myself to ignore the stares and the catcalls. Nothing matters other than the way her body feels pressed against mine.
Gianna and I have been in this exact position before. She danced on the kitchen table in the cabin, and I threw her over my shoulder, carried her to the counter, and ate her pussy like it was my last meal.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her voice breathless from fighting me the entire way toward the exit.
I push through the door and into the cool night air. My truck is only parked a block from here, so I just keep walking in that direction.
When I don’t answer her, she slaps my back. “Where are we going, Daemon?”
