Page 134 of Dance of Defiance
My teeth grind. “Fuck you. And I amnotfucking jealous. Why thefuckwould I be jealous?—”
“Because I was trying tomakeyou jealous!” he roars in my face. “I could see the green venom dripping out of your pores from a mile away, motherfucker. So why don’t we stop pretending!”
I’m shaking as I drag in a heavy breath of air, my pulse like liquid fire.
“Why,” I growl, my throat squeezing in on itself, my pulse roaring in my ears.
The fucking nearness of him overwhelms me. The heat of his skin, his cedar, leather, and sage scent swirling through my senses.
All the feelings he brings out in me…
“Whywere you trying to make me jealous,” I hiss.
The icy blue in Val's eyes glints like cold diamonds.
“Maybe I wanted to see if you really were too scared todoanything. To make a fucking move! Because, news flash, sneaking over here at night under the banner of bringing me fuckinggroceriesisn’t making a fucking move, Roman. That’s just you being too afraid to?—”
“Afraid?”
“Yeah,afraid?—”
Val’s brows shoot up when I drop to my knees in front of him, pure need exploding through my veins as I yank on his belt.
“Roman—”
“Shut the fuck up. I'll show you afraid.”
Val groans as I tear his jeans open, shoving them down his hips. My eyes land on the heavy, rapidly swelling bulge tenting the front of his briefs before I slide my hands into the elastic waistband and yank them down.
A soft, eager, fucking whimper that I don’t have any control over hums through my throat as reach for him, wrapping one hand around his thick, gorgeous cock and pumping it with my fist.
Val has a shocked expression on his face as I look up at him, dragging my nails over his abs and leaning in to let my breath tease over his head.
My tongue slips out, and when I swirl it over his swollen crown, I moan at the sweet taste of his precum that immediately leaks from the slit. Val tenses, his abs clenching as he grunts in pleasure. My own dick thickens to steel in my pants as I stroke him, looking up into his eyes as I keep teasing my tongue across the head.
“Shit, wreckage,” he groans deeply. I shiver as his hands drop and his fingers shove through my hair.
“You were saying?” I murmur, kissing the underside of his head.
“I wasn’t sayingshit,” he growls. “Now put my fucking cock in your mouth.”
The power that explodes through me—the heady realization of the control I have over him, just with my mouth—is like a drug.
Fuck. Is this what women feel, in the same position? That they're taking complete control of their partner's dominant male energy?
“Your mouth,” Val groans, his body clenching. “Fucking take me in your mouth, wreckage.”
I just tease my tongue around the head.
“Were you trying to fuck her?”
His face crumples as I dance the tip of my tongue over the slit at the head of his dick, tasing more of his sticky precum.
“Who?” he hisses.
“Dasha,” I growl.
“She’syourfiancée, motherfucker,” he chokes.
