Page 43 of Dance of Defiance
Something vicious and wild comes alive inside me. Like I’m watching myself on a movie screen, hungrily staring and waiting to see what I do next.
There’s still a part of me—a dark, fucked-up part—that roars and howls as I fall into Val. The part thatdemands“normalcy” and desperately clings to the status quo as I smash past every wallaround this explosive part of myself that I’ve called so many things.
Darkness. Sickness. Corruption.
The thing that comes alive when Val kisses me.
It feels like I’m drowning in the most blissful way possible. My body softens, melting against him as he grabs my jaw with one hand, my hip with the other, pinning me to the wall as he grinds against me.
Well, notallmy body goes soft.
Not in the least.
I shudder again, gasping and moaning into his mouth as Val’s hand slides from my hip to the front of my shorts. He cups my swollen cock, groaning into my lips as his fingers wrap around my shaft through the thin nylon.
Christ, I’ve never been so hard in my life. I moan as he squeezes me, slowly stroking up and down my shaft as I hungrily devour his tongue.
“You're so fucking hard for me, wreckage,” Val growls against my panting mouth. He slides his hand down my nylon-covered cock until I gasp in pure heaven when he strokes over my swollen head. My dick jumps, and I shiver in ecstasy when I feel precum leaking into my shorts.
“I think someone’s getting even harder,” he growls. “And making a fuckingmessinside these shorts…”
He starts to stroke a little faster, and when he molds his body to mine, a thrill zips through me as I feel the rock-hard pulse of his cock against my thigh.
Christ, he’s fucking big.
“Fuck,” Val groans against my mouth, sucking on my lower lip. “I think this big dick of yours wants to come out to play.”
His hand slides back up my achingly hard cock, and his tattooed fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts.
My brain starts to short-circuit. It’s like I’m a fucking teenager again, fooling around with a girl for the first time, getting all trembly and jittery when she starts to put her hand down my pants.
Except I wasneverthis jittery and trembly with a girl.
Val’s hand slips down inside my shorts, his fingers pushing over my abs and into the neatly trimmed hair, edging toward my swollen dick.
“I—”
He pauses and I groan, my brow furrowed, my eyes hooded, my mouth hanging open.
“Is that hesitation?” he murmurs against my bottom lip before suddenly biting down on it. I gasp sharply, whining as his fingers tease barely an inch from the base of my cock.
“No…!” I hear myself gasp. “It’s not.”
“You want me to take your big dick out and stroke it, wreckage?”
I don’t know why he’s calling me that, and I don’t care. All I know is, it feels like I’m losing my fucking mind in the most lurid way possible, and I don’t want the feeling ever to stop.
Not even when the voices inside me scream for me to get a grip on myself.
To be brutal. To be unmerciful.
To be a fuckingman.
But right now, those voices and the instinct to convince myself this isn’t me are no match for the explosive feeling coursing through my veins like pure hedonistic adrenaline as Val’s fingers hover an inch from crossing that line.
“Yes…”
He groans as his mouth drags over my neck, then he sucks the lobe of my ear between his lips and bites down, making me whimper again and my cock pulse and jump.
