Page 175 of Dance of Defiance

His throat bobs as he brings the beer in his hand up to his mouth and takes a deep swig, his eyes never leaving mine.

What thefuckare any of us doing here?

“You guys arewayover-dressed,” Anna purrs flirtatiously as she saunters over to me. I tense when she runs her hands up my chest,hatingthe feel of her too-soft, too-feminine, too-clingy fingers as they stroke me through my shirt.

“Yeah,” Roman mumbles. “Too dressed.”

He yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Then he’s awkwardly kicking off his shoes and trying to remove his pants without falling over.

Anna giggles again as she turns to him, the sound like fucking nails on a chalkboard. “Nowwe’re talking, baby,” she grins.

He finally drops his pants, and instantly, his eyes snap to mine again.

What, I want to bark at him.What do you even want me here for.

“Are you…” He swallows again.

Fuck it.

I pull off my shirt and then slide my pants down. Anna coos and giggles and tries to act all "sexy" as she runs her hands over her torso, cupping her tits before unclasping the front of her bra to let them spill free. She giggles again as she turns and starts pawing at Roman’s bare chest.

I’m pretty sure threesomes aren’t supposed to have this much murder and violence hanging in the air, but here we are.

“Come on, boys,” she purrs, grinning as she grabs the waist of Roman’s boxers and tugs him over to me. Then she grabs mine, too, pulling us both after her as she walks toward the couches.

I’ve probably slept with as many women as I have men. I’m attracted to both, and objectively speaking, Anna is a gorgeous girl—personality aside.

And yet, I don’t give afuckor even blink when she drops her panties and then sits on the couch, her legs slightly spread.

“Well?” she giggles, patting the couch invitingly. “Are we doing this?”

I don’t move. Roman shuffles over to her, avoiding my eyes as he sits.

Guess we are.

I’ve barely sat down on Anna’s other side when she turns, grabs Roman’s face, and presses her lips to his.

I won’t lie: the images that immediately flash through my head are of ripping her hands off and choking her with them, orsqueezing her dainty fucking throat until blood seeps from her eyes.

The fuck…

But even though I’m well aware how psychotic my thoughts are, I can't stop them—not when she’s still fuckingkissing him.

When she finally pulls away, grinning, Roman’s eyes immediately find mine. There’s fear in them—plus hesitation, and a dash of pleading.

Fuck you, my eyes say right back to him. And in a flash, I’m grabbing Anna’s hair in a fist and slamming her to my mouth. She moans as she kisses me, crawling into my lap as she does.

But my eyes are wide fucking open, lookingrightatthat motherfucker sitting behind her. His eyes turn black, and there’s vicious tension in his jaw as his lips curl, baring his teeth.

YOU wanted this, you goddamn motherfucking coward, my gaze roars at him.This is YOUR fucking fault.

Anna is panting heavily, her face flushed as she pulls away. Her eyes fill with lust as she turns around and gets on her knees. She glances back at me, grinning coyly as she bends over, wiggling her ass.

“Afterthatkiss, you get to go first,” she giggles.

Then she turns to Roman and reaches for the waist of his boxers. I watch withfurysurging and roiling inside me as she tugs them down.

He’s not very hard, but that doesn’t stop her from reaching out and wrapping a hand around his cock.