Page 118 of Explosive Prejudice

“Are you deaf, or are you playing stupid on purpose?” he said, using his thumb to press on my bottom lip while sliding his other hand to my ass. “I’m never letting you go.” Pushing his fingers into my used hole, he opened me up, and I could feel his cum sliding out of me.

I hadn’t cleaned up after we fucked earlier, and thank God for that.

I moaned, tilting my head back, and he seized the moment to sink his teeth into my neck while shoving his fingers deeper.

“F-fuck.”

“Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” I cried, already rutting myself against him. “Fuck yes.”

“Good.” He kissed my neck. “Because I fucking mean it.” Making his point clear, Camilo then fucked me, like only he knew how to do, until morning came.

Diesel

“Maybe I should try this, too?” Shay-Lee asked, holding a denim crop top in front of him.

After getting up around noon, Shay-Lee suggested we go buy some clothes. It was a sweet idea, considering how neither he nor I had anything on us after we both left home with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

“It’s a bit boring, but maybe try this one.” I pulled a wool vest from the hanger and pushed it his way.

Taking the vest from me, he scanned it before nodding. “I’ll try it on. Wanna come take a peek at me?” he teased, a naughty smile on his face. It would’ve been a perfect face were it not for the black eye his father had given him.

Whenever that prick snuck into my thoughts, I had to pull myself back together only so I wouldn’t break someone’s face again like I did with Andrei.

Shit.

Yesterday was an utter disaster.

Since getting involved with Shay-Lee, I’d often thought about Andrei and the others’ reactions. I knew it would be bad, only not that bad. Sure, I’d already lost faith in Andrei when he started acting like an ass months ago, but Chief? A part of me expected more from him. Turned out he was just further proof of how fake people could be. Fuck him. Fuck Andrei. And fuck all the other righteous idiots who had their heads shoved up their asses.

Yet, no matter how angry I was with them, I hadn’t expected to lose my shit the way I had. I would’ve completely lost it were it not for Shay-Lee pulling me off Andrei.

After I left Shay-Lee in the motel room, I went to the store, thinking it would clear my head, only it didn’t, and I rushed back to the motel to find Shay-Lee getting ready to leave. It broke me. The thought that I had scared him off tore me apart, and I couldn’t hold it together anymore.

Thankfully, Shay-Lee didn’t nudge me away, and for the first time, he took the lead. When he climbed on top and rode me? It threw me under a spell. His spell. Unable to speak, I could only lie there and grant him complete control over me. I felt drugged, intoxicated, and the peak of the high was the strangling. I had never been interested in being the one getting choked, but last night, it worked. The lack of control was exactly what I needed, and he realized it. Shay-Lee understood what I needed better than I did. Just another reason why I loved him.

Yeah, I was in love with the crazy fucker, more than was considered healthy. My feelings for him bordered on obsession, to the point that I wanted to tie him to me so he could never leave. Even with Shay-Lee in the fitting room for a few minutes, I couldn’t leave his side for a second.

Running out of patience, I walked over there. “So, how does it look?” I leaned against the wall in front of his stall.

Shay-Lee stepped out with the vest on a moment later, and I whistled. He looked gorgeous.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He posed while flexing his biceps.

“Obviously.”

“Well, of course you do. I’m gorgeous.” He grinned, making my eyes roll. What an arrogant brat.

“Modesty is definitely not your thing.”

He pretended to gag. “Eww, no. Modesty is for ugly people.”

I tried to hold back my laughter because he was being serious. The guy was fucked in the head.

“Okay, I’m going to change back, and then we can go to the next shop. How about Ranieri? My favorite store of theirs is just around the corner.”

“Whatever you want, Kitten.” I pulled my phone out and checked the time when I heard some giggling. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a bunch of girls, who were no older than fourteen, staring at us while exchanging glances and whispering.

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