Page 36 of Play Room Actor

“Sorry, Vasily, but you’ll have to do without him for a minute.”

“Hey!” Dominic shouted, trying to pull away from my grip.

No chance!

Vasily grinned as I nudged Dominic around the corner and glanced back. In the adjacent alley, I shoved him against the wall. He pushed me off and freed himself from my hold.

“What’s this about? I’m working!”

Anger boiled up inside me, and I grabbed him by the shoulders, pressing him back against the wall. “No! You owe me an explanation.”

Dominic’s expression changed, and his eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t test my patience,” I growled. “What was that all about? I kiss you, and you almost break down in tears?”

“That …” His defiance returned. “That’s none of your business,” he said, straightening his shoulders. “Now let me go.”

“I wanted to return the favor! Why didn’t you let me?”

“Are you crazy?”

Those two words could make my fuse blow, and I did my best to swallow my anger and breathe deeply. “Fine! If that’s how you want it, I’ll return the favor right here. Right now,” I said, starting to undo his belt.

“What? No!”

“I don’t like owing anyone.”

“Stop it!”

“As soon as I’ve given you one, babe.”

“Kil!”

“Oh yeah, I love it when you call my name.”

“No! Please!”

He gripped my wrists with both hands and tried to stop me from undoing his belt. He was almost panicking, but he had wanted this.

“Stop! Please!”

“And I love it when you beg,” I said, unclasping his buckle.

Out of nowhere, a fist struck my face, and my head snapped back. I stumbled back a couple of steps, disoriented, as a burning sensation spread across my face and up to the back of my head.

“Shit!” I cursed, bending forward and feeling my nose. “What the hell was that?”

Dominic had already fastened his belt again. He stood there, breathing heavily, staring at me with wide eyes. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t ever say I’m crazy again,” I growled, inspecting my fingers.

No blood.

Dominic grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Sorry that you just hit me? Or that you gave me a blowjob? Or that every time I kiss you, you look like you’re about to cry?”

“I don’t want to …”