Page 88 of Dance of Defiance
Laz sighs, dramatically letting his head fall back against the seat. “Fine. Be an emo dickhead,” he says, turning to grin at Bane.
…Who doesn’t take the bait.
“What about you, then?” Laz, ever-hungry for drama or excitement, swivels to look at me in the back seat next to my sleeping sister.
“Huh?”
“You’re a mopey little bitch right now as well. Girl shit too?”
I shrug, turning to look out the window.
The high that I felt earlier with Val is fading. Now, there’s just anxiety.
About what happened.
And when it’ll happen again…
“Roman.”
I flinch and drag my eyes back up to Laz. “What?”
He shakes his head. “Great. Both of you idiots put pussy on a pedestal and now look at you. Emo fucks.”
Bane catches my glance in the rearview mirror and silently rolls his eyes.
“See,” Laz goes on, continuing to pontificate. “Thisis why I stay single.”
“Oh, is that the reason?” Bane says with a snarky smile. “Here I thought it was that your personality repels women.”
“Hey, fuck you too, dickhead,” Laz snickers, flipping Bane off. “No, gentlemen, I have it down to a science. One night only, no repeats, finito. No muss, no fuss.”
“Ah, yes,” Bane smirks, rolling his eyes again. “Meaningless, temporary physical release while using a person as a sex toy. Whateveryonewants,” he says dryly.
“News flash,” Laz throws back. “That isliterallywhat every man in their prime like us wants. I mean, sometimes you’re just looking for a willing hole—right, Rome?”
I’m back to staring out the window at the city flickering past us. Is that what it was back there with Val? Meaningless release? Was I just…
My face heats.
A willing hole?
Darkness slithers and coils through me, quickening my pulse and making my cock twitch.
Why are you so turned on by that thought?
Because I am. In some supremely fucked-up way, the idea of being Val’s willing mouth, his toy, his submissive plaything is…hot.
Really,reallyhot, in the same way that him putting me on my knees and taking control of me as he fucked my mouth with my head against the wall was.
It’s same aching, needy sensation I get when he pins my arms down or binds them with my own belt.
I don’t know what the fuck that's about, or why having the control that I cling to so fiercely suddenly plucked from me is such a fucking rush.
“Roman.”
“What?” I snap, turning back to Laz, who immediately rolls his eyes.
“Christ, the two of you.” He shakes his head, turning to look ahead at the road. “I’m telling you, you both need to get on my level.”
