Page 106 of Dance of Defiance
“No, Roman,” I growl, tightening my grip on his hand. “That’snotall. That’s the whole point. You’re saying you’d get the sameway if agirlhad you on your knees with your mouth on her pussy?”
He makes a face somewhere between angry and disgusted.
“What if we skip the labels for now, Roman, and just let it be whatever it is.”
I think it’s safe to say I know what I’m talking about. I know the straight ones, and I know the bi ones. Andthismotherfucker isn’t remotely confident enough in himself or his sexuality to go the bi route.
Nope, Roman Nikitin is gay asfuck. At least, gay forme, which is all I really give a shit about. Because I’m maybe, possibly, fucking obsessed with him.
Roman’s brow furrows. “I’m gettingmarried, Val.”
“Do you fuck her?” There’s a glint in my eye when I say it, and Iknowthe motherfucker sees it.
“No,” Roman says, shaking his head. “I’ve never touched her.”
“She ever touchedyou?” I growl, feeling the glint in my eyes get a little more vicious as a murderous feeling twists and coils inside of me.
“No,” Roman says, shaking his head. “No, never.”
“Good,” I growl. “Keep it that way.”
I love the little smile that creeps over his jaw when I say it. Then he sucks his lip between his teeth.
“You’re glossing over the part where I’m engaged?—”
“Do youwantto marry her?”
“No. Obviously.”
“She want to marry you?”
Roman smirks. “I doubt it.”
“But you probably can’t stop it from happening.”
“Val—”
“Roman.” His cheeks turn red again when I squeeze his hand. “Leave it to me.”
He frowns. “Whoa, hang on?—”
He gasps as I pull him close, using his misbalance from leaning over the bed to make him fall toward me. He catches himself, but it puts him right in my face.
He shudders when I reach up and cup his jaw.
“I know you get hard for me,” I purr. “And I getrealhard for you, little wreckage.”
His eyes widen. A cute little breathlesshuughnsound tumbles from his lips.
“Val—”
“It’s your fault, Roman. You got me all addicted to you, the fucking taste of you, your scent, and the way you submit. How you crave being put in your place.”
And then…
Hegroans, in that sexy, deep and yet slightly whimpering way that makes me fucking lose it, every time.
His throat works, his breath catching. “I—I should go meet Evie.”
