Page 136 of Dance of Defiance

“Fuck you?—”

“I fuckinglikeyou jealous,” he grunts.

I groan, grinding my hips against his, my cock swelling as he strokes it. My own fist pumps up and down on his dick, spreading the sticky precum over his head with my thumb.

“Why,” I gasp.

“Because then you get a taste of howIfeel, knowing you’re engaged to that girl,” he snarls.

“You know I’m not really?—”

“You are,” Val hisses into my neck, biting me even harder, making my pulse jump and my dick twitch in his fist.

“You come over here, and I want you all to my fuckingself, and then you fuck off back to your Bratva world and your arranged Bratva marriage to Dasha, and it makes me want tosplit her pretty fucking head open.”

He jerks me off faster and harder, sucking and biting my neck as I squirm.

“Soyes, Roman, I want you jealous. Because that’s how I feelevery fucking day.And you need to remember something,” he growls savagely into my skin. He suddenly spins us around and shoves me down onto all fours as he yanks my pants and boxers down to mid-thigh.

Oh fuck…

“When I told you that you were mine?”

He crouches behind me, spits on my asshole, then rubs the fat, swollen head of his cock against it.

“I meant,you’re fucking MINE.”

His palm shoves down between my shoulders, pushing my cheek to the floor, my ass in the air. Val grunts as he works his thick head past my ring, and I cry out, moaning and gasping as he sinks the first thick inch into me.

“Now…open that fucking ass for me like a good boy,” he snarls, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck and making me moan when he crams another inch into me, “and let mefuck what’s mine.”

His cock rams into me so hard it knocks the wind from my lungs and rips a cry of pleasure from my throat. Val grinds deep, burying every inch of his thickness in me to the hilt and stretching me to my very limit. He eases his cock out, his headdragging deliciously over that spot inside before he rams right back in.

His free hand snakes between my legs, his strong, tattooed fingers teasing over my balls before he wraps them around my dick and squeezes tight.

“Break for me, wreckage.”

The sounds that claw and scrape their way out of my chest and throat are sounds I’ve never made before. The world blurs, my breath choking out against the floor, my face crumpled in ecstasy as Val fucks mehard. His balls slap against mine, his thick head dragging back and forth against that spot inside as he strokes my twitching cock with smooth, even strokes.

“Such a fucking greedy little slut for my cock, baby,” he groans, pounding into me as I melt. “Such a good boy, taking that fat dick like you were made for it. Is that it, wreckage? Were youmadefor my fucking cock?”

I moan gibberish into the floor, my balls pulling up and my dick jumping in his grip.

“I.”

I cry out as he rams into me.

“Can’t.”

Again.

“Fucking.”

His huge dick pounds deep, making my toes curl as I writhe in sweet delicious agony, my face pressed to the floor.

“Hear y?—”

“YES!” I scream as I go hurtling over the edge. “I was made for your fucking cock—FUCK!!”