Page 42 of Dance of Defiance
I scowl right back. “Hey, asshole, I alreadydid. You got your precious bench press time. I was comfortably relaxing in here when you?—”
My mouth snaps shut when Roman surges across the steam room, getting right in my space. I roll my neck as he comes to a stop inches away.
“The other night wasn’t what you think,” he hisses. “Iam not what you think. So get thefuckaway from me!” His finger jabs my bare chest, hard. “Andstaythere!”
He turns abruptly and starts for the door.
“Stop being so fucking bossy and grouchy and moody, then,” I snap.
Roman he whirls back on me. “Excuse me?”
“Stop it,” I mutter again. “It’s fucking hot.”
His eyes narrow. His damp, white t-shirt clings to his body like a second skin, showing every fucking muscle, groove, and tattoo.
He needs to just shut his mouth.
Shut his mouth andleave.
I can’t do this anymore. I can’ttake itanymore. And if this asshole says one more goddamn word, I swear, I’m going to?—
“Fuck—”
Snap.
Roman gasps as I grab him by the neck of his t-shirt, spin him around and slam him against the wooden, slatted wall of the steam room. If I wasn’t already at my breaking point—whichI am—thatgoddamnwhimper of his coming out of his throat would finish me off.
“Actually,” I hiss, slamming my body against his, the sweat-slicked muscles of his chest flexing against mine through his t-shirt. I can feel his pulse slamming wildly, hear his breath catching as the masculine, fuckingdeliciousscent of him invades my senses. “It’s more like fuckyou.”
I press even harder against him, feeling the ragged gasping of his breath and his heart galloping out of control.
…And the unmistakable, throbbing, twitching,needyfucking pulse of his fat cock swelling against mine.
“And when Iamfucking you,” I snarl as I lower my mouth to his ear. “I’m going to make you come in waysDashanever will.”
Roman whimpers—fuckingwhimpers—and whatever brakes were left on this runaway train turn molten as we go flying off the track.
“You’remine, wreckage.”
“I—”
“So justshut the FUCK up.”
My mouth slams to his, crushing his perfect lips in a fierce, brutal, shattering kiss.
…And there’s no going back now.
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ROMAN
When his mouthcrashes to mine, it's like falling into a vortex. Like the ground just dropped out from underneath me.
But the fucked-up thing is, it doesn’t feel like I’m falling.
It feels like I’m flying.
I shudder as his mouth attacks mine: kissing, biting, sucking.Devouring. Lips and tongue and teeth clash as he pins me to the wall with that strength that always demolishes mine. And when his tongue pushes past my lips and into my mouth, the gutturalmoan—fucking hell, thatmoan—that escapes my throat seems as loud as the screaming in my ears.
