Page 135 of Dance of Defiance
“I think we’ve established my lack of interest in her.”
My tongue swirls around the ridge of his crown as his jaw goes slack and his hands tighten in my hair.
“Curious,” Val grits through his teeth.
“And what exactly is socurious,” I murmur, nibbling down the side of his cock with my lips.
“She’s a beautiful girl, and you’renot interestedat all, are you?”
“I—”
“For a guy who wants to slap any label he can on himselfexceptgay?—”
“Don’t make this about me,” I hiss, making him flinch as I rake my teeth gently down the underside of his cock. “Youwere the one eye-fucking her. But then, I suppose we both know howun-picky you are.”
Val tenses. “What’d you say?”
“I said you’re not exactlypickyabout who you fuck,” I growl, tonguing his dick.
Suddenly, he’s grabbing me by the collar and yanking me up off the ground. “What—because I’m bi, I automatically want to fuck Dasha?”
“I thought you wanted to fuckeveryone,” I growl back. “Forgive me if I somehow read you drooling over Dasha as anything but?—”
He suddenly whirls me around and slams me up against the door, looming close. When he wraps a hand around my throat, my cockachesas it leaks precum into my briefs.
“Being bi doesn’t mean I’m a fucking whore,motherfucker,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “It means my attraction to people isn’t dictated by their genitals.”
I flinch, all my bold energy suddenly winking out like a flame in the wind.
“I—sorry,” I mumble. “I didn’t mean?—”
My words are smothered when Val brands his mouth to mine, kissing me like it’s a punishment, bruising my lips with his. I moan when his tongue surges into my mouth, swirling and dancing as his hands grab my belt and yank it open. I gasp as he shoves my pants down my hips a little, reaching inside and wrapping his hand around my cock. He squeezes tightly, and I groan as he pulls it free and rubs my head against his erection.
Val leans into me, brushing my jawline with his lips until his mouth hums against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“The thing is, baby,” he murmurs. “Iamkind of a whore…”
I tense instantly, raw, snarling fury sparking inside me and coiling in my chest.
I gasp when Val squeezes my cock.
“That make you jealous, wreckage?” he purrs as he starts to stroke it.
I swallow heavily, my legs trembling as he fists my erection.
“No.”
“Liar,” Val chuckles darkly against my neck, his hand stroking me with teasing, soft movements that have my toes curling. I reach for him again, shaking as I wrap my hand around his big cock and start to jerk him off.
“I amnotjeal?—”
“So you don’t mind thinking about all thefunI've had with girls?” he murmurs into my ear. “Or withboys…?”
I snap. The image of him with women pisses me off enough. Thinking about him with another man—anyother fucking man—makes me see goddamn red.
A vicious growl claws its way out of my chest, and Valgroansas he fastens his teeth to my neck, sucking on my skin as if to swallow the sound whole.
“Yes,” he groans, pumping my dick faster. “Get mad, wreckage. Get fuckingjealous, baby.”
