Page 25 of Dance of Defiance
The feel of his need, pulsing so hot and raw and urgent against me is…confusing. World-shattering.
But empowering. And fuckinghot, in a way I’ve never felt before.
His dick twitches against mine again, and sheer horror washes over me as I feel my cock thickening to fucking steel against his.
“That’sit, baby,” he groans, rocking his hips against me. “Let me feel how fucking hard that big, fat dick gets for me.”
My breath stutters. My body turns numb, and my head goes into stunned shock as he starts to thrust against me. His erection grinds and rubs against mine through our jeans, the friction driving me fucking wild.
My eyes roll back, my breath choking off in my tightening throat as pure, unfiltered desire explodes through my system.
…Which is why I’m completely unprepared when he suddenly flips us over and pins me to the ground, withhimon top.
“Fuuuck,” he groans savagely as he rubs his bulge against mine. “Fuck, are you hard,” he hisses.
I can’t talk. Can’t say a word. Can’t even fuckingthink. My whole world shrinks to the outrageously good feeling charging through my dick and balls as he pins my arms to the ground and slides his fat, swollen erection over mine.
What the fucking shit is this?
“Shit, baby,” he grunts. “You’re making me so goddamn hard with that big fucking dick.”
I see it coming before it happens. And yet, somehow, I’m powerless to stop it. He's looming over me, our eyes locked through the masks we’re both wearing—he in a Venetian devil mask that covers the top half of his face, me in a black balaclava that covers all of mine.
But then his face slowly lowers to mine. His hand releases one of my wrists, and in slow motion, it reaches for the edge of my ski mask.
No.
Please.
Don’t see me. Don’t see my secret darkness.
And just as my eyes drop to the swirls of tattoo ink peeking out from the collar of his hoodie, his fingers grab the edge of my mask.
No—
Too late. With a flick of the wrist, he’s yanked the mask from my face, exposing me.
…His whole body goes still, and his sharp blue eyes widen behind his mask.
“Roman?!”
The entire world stops for a second. Because the moment my name leaves his lips, it all clicks horrifically into place.
Somehow, I break the ice that’s kept me frozen in place, jerk my hand up, and rip off his mask.
Val doesn’t even blink as we stare at each other.
Still inches apart.
Still panting, our legs entangled.
Both of us stillrock fucking hard, our dicks twitching against each other as time stops moving.
“What theFUCK, man!” Val scrambles up and away from me, and I donothave the time or bandwidth to deal with the disappointment that spikes through me when he does so.
He stumbles away from me as I lurch to my feet, breathing heavily, my face pale as we stare at each other in the moonlight.
“What thefuck!” Val blurts again.
