Page 160 of Dance of Defiance

I moan into his lips, not waiting for him to do the conquering this time as I kiss the fuck out of him. He growls, grabbing the back of my hair and making me whimper into his mouth as he kisses me back deeply. But then just as explosively as we came together he’s shoving me away, his eyes glinting as his lips curl.

“That’s not how this works,” he hisses.

We stand there, chests rising and falling as we suck in air.

“What?” I blurt.

Val shakes his head angrily. “I’m not your on-call gay experience, fucker.”

“No?” I hurl back. “Since when?”

“Watch it,” he hisses quietly.

“Didn’t seem to bother you before, having your cock sucked by the straight guy. Didn’t mind being myon-call gay experiencethen, did you?”

His jaw tightens as his face goes livid.

I know I’m goading him. But that's the point. I need the raw, unhinged Val right now. The Val that takes away my control and ties my hands over my head before he fucks my mouth. The psycho Val who pins me to the wall and fucks me like an animal.Thatis what I’m craving.

“That’s the only reason you ever wanted me, isn’t it?” I continue. “I’m the fucked-up straight guy. It’s the same reason you’re so proud of never having anythingrealor meaningful. Why you’re this cavalier, fuck-who-I-want, nothing serious, man-whore.”

“Thefuckdid you just call me?!” Val’s eyes turn black.

“You fucking heard me,” I snarl. “It’s why you only have fuck buddies, and why you went after a straight guy like me: so you wouldn't have to risk anyone sticking around long enough to see how fucked up you are!” My very skin throbs as it all comes rushing out. “You think you’re so in control, Val, but all you ever do is run. One-night stands, straight guys, fuck-and-forget. It’s easier than admitting no one could ever love?—!”

I gasp, choking on my breath as he surges into me, whips me around, and slams me hard face-first against the wall. My muscles coil and shudder when he grabs my wrists and shoves my hands to the brick, and a chill skitters down my spine when I feel his breath hot against the nape of my neck.

“You think I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing?” he rasps darkly into my ear. “You thinkprovoking meis going to make me forget what an asshole you are and I’ll fuck you like the needy slut you are?”

I fucking whimper; a full-on, pathetic, needywhimper. And he hears it.

“That why you’re here?” he snarls, his big hands tightening on my wrists and his tattooed fingers digging into my skin. “You want to get fucked, little wreckage?”

“Please—” I choke.

He laughs coldly. “I can’thear you.”

“Please!” I moan pathetically, my back arching against the heat of his body. “Just fucking do it!”

Val chuckles darkly against the side of my neck. “What a desperate cock slut you are,” he taunts.

One of his hands drops and shoves between me and the wall. He cups the bulge in my jeans, and I groan as he squeezes my rock-hard cock through the denim.

“Oh, youaredesperate, aren’t you?” he growls, squeezing my dick again and making me hover on that knife edge between pleasure and pain that turns my blood to napalm.

I moan as he strokes my erection, his breath teasing against my neck.

“Beg me again,” he rasps. “Fuckingbeg meto fuck you, motherfucker.”

“Please!” I blurt, my head spinning as the alcohol turns to fire in my veins. My vision blurs, my breath becoming choppy andchoked as he grinds his thick bulge against my ass and jerks my dick through my jeans.

“More,” he snarls, stroking me faster.

“PLEASE!” I cry out, shamelessly pushing my ass back, my legs shaking as I grind myself against his fat cock. “Please fuck me?—”

“You can do better than that.”

Fucking hell.