The sound of her yelp causes my cock to swell painfully beneath my jeans. I push her up against the bar, bending her back until it’s about to break. I grind my bulge between her thighs so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Her pupils dilate. “There’s no way you’re hard right now—"
“Violence does things to me, babe.”
One of her men attacks me from the side, trying to score points with his boss by protecting her, but I drop him with a simple elbow to the face.
Sable knees me in the balls, causing me to loosen my grip on her. She dips out from under me and hits me hard in the jaw. This won’t be as easy as I thought.
Grinning, I catch her fist as she goes for the follow-up punch. Without holding back, I knee her right in the guts, causing her to stagger back.
Her skirt tears, showing more of her exceptional legs.
My blood pumps madly, and my breath rasps in my lungs. My fists are balls of hot iron by my sides as the two of us face off.
Men lie at our feet, panting and bleeding, crying out as the fight rages on.
I’ve heard rumors about Sable’s severity, but now I’ve tasted it myself.
“You just don’t know when to go down, do you?” I snarl, searching her stance for a vulnerability.
“Maybe it’syouwho needs to go down.”
Sirens blare outside. The cops are coming. We’ve got at least half the force on our payroll, but a brawl like this is too big to sweep under the rug. It’s time to go.
“Yeah, you’d like that,” I snicker.
I drive my boot into one of her guys who’s collapsed at my feet, then turn my back and gather the boys. Bloody and bruised, we step outside and head for our cars, followed almost instantly by Sable and her crew.
So she knows better too than to stick around when the heat shows up.
“Crazy bitch,” Kane growls, sliding in the Lambo with me. He’s got a black eye and a fat lip, but the blood on his knuckles show he did more damage than he took.
“Yeah…” I mutter, pulling off just as the cops arrive. “Crazy…”
We’ve had a peace pact for five years, but tonight’s events may have just broken that truce.
And that’s a big deal. My father is going to be pissed. But that’s not what I’m thinking about as I drive home.
I’m thinking abouther.
Those long legs, stockings, perky tits—but most of all, the way it felt when she kicked me.
She fights like a devil, I smirk, reaching between my legs to feel my cock, swollen and hungry.And I want to be the one who finally pins her.
2
RYKER
I’m still buzzingfrom the fight as I pull my Lambo up at the house and hop out. My knuckles are swollen, my nose is tender, and my abs still ache from where Sable drove her heel into me.
What a woman. Her bratty smile and long legs, and the way her lips wrapped around that cherry—it’s all burned into my brain like a hot brand.
Dad’s gonna be pissed when he hears about Rocky’s and will no doubt call a family meeting. I should be focused on that and how we’re going to deal with Sable Noir moving in on our turf, but all I see are those fiery eyes of hers.
The way she glared back at me defiantly, like she couldn’t care less. The way she fought like a killer—I’ve put down men twice her size without a single scratch. Yet one eighteen-year-old girl left marks all over me.
That’s how women like her rise to power—by breaking arrogant men who think they’re untouchable.
