Page 27 of Dance of Defiance
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means stay away from me!” I bark, a tremor rattling in my voice.
Stay in control.
Power in strength.
Be a fucking man.
Val sneers at me. “Hey, I’m not the one who came to the woods looking to getfucked, sweetheart.”
I shove down the throb of heated shame that curls low in my stomach when he says it. Then I grit my teeth and glare at him.
“Fuck you.”
I turn abruptly, my heart racing like an F1 engine, my skin tingling all over.
“Roman.”
I stutter to a stop and half turn back toward him. His eyes cut through the misty, moonlit night, ensnaring me.
“Not gay, huh?”
I swallow heavily.
“Not even a little,” I mutter, my voice shaking.
Val smirks. “Well, next time, make sure your big, hard dick gets the memo, yeah?”
I peel out of the parking lot in spray of gravel and dust. I only make it about two miles down the road before I pull into a dark turnaround.
It takes all of four strokes before my cum is spilling over my cock and my hand, my cries choking into the stillness of the car as the black sickness inside me consumes me whole.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
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The itch won’t go away.
It's lurking inside me—a gnawing, incessant hunger twisting and pulling at every fiber of my being.
And it’sfucking with me. Distracting me. Bleeding into every waking thought.
A few days ago, I was a block away from my apartment enroute to rehearsal before I realized I’d left my dance bag behind. You know, that twenty-odd-pound thing that I’ve lugged from home to class every day for the last seventeen years of my life. How do you not notice that.
I putsaltin my coffee the other day, for fuck's sake.
Worse, the itch has been knocking me off my game in rehearsal, to the point that Madame Kuzmina is screaming for my fucking blood and barking at me like the Stalin-era prison guard she so obviously wishes she was.
This distraction has a name.
Roman. Fucking. Nikitin.
Someone I would typically vote for as Straightest Straight Dude of the Year. President of the We Only Fuck Pussies Club. Allstar captain of Team Hetero.
…But that was before I pinned him to the ground and felt his cock pulsing against mine. Before that goddamnwhimperescaped his stubbled throat.
