Page 17 of Explosive Prejudice

“What do you want from me?” he suddenly snapped.

So he also has a temper.

“I told you, we’re getting to know each other.”

He huffed some air. “Well, I’m getting bored. Why don’t we play a game instead?” He rose from the bed.

I shrugged. “Nah, I don’t play games.”

“Well, I do. And since I’m in charge—”

“But you’re not.” I cut into his words, leaving him stunned. “You may be the client, but make no mistake. You’re not the one in charge, so put your ass back on the bed.”

Without protest, he sat back down, his eyes staring at me through the darkness.

“That’s more like it. Now, since you’ve been so good, you can ask me one question, and I’ll answer it.”

“Will you ever fuck me?”

That was relatively simple. For some reason, I’d expected more.

“No.”

“Okay,” he said flatly, and the lack of disappointment in his answer rubbed me the wrong way. Surprisingly, I didn’t want him to lose interest in me.

“Can I give you a compliment?” I asked, getting his attention back.

“Be my guest.”

“You’re beautiful.”

I knew a man like him was probably used to getting compliments. Mostly because I was convinced he was even more gorgeous underneath his mask, and yet, that didn’t stop his neck from turning red, which made me think about his cheeks. Did they also flush crimson? Was he the type to easily blush? Or was it just because of me? Did Dion have the same effect on him?

“What are you to Dion?” I asked.

A wicked smile pulled on his lips, and the bashful boy who just gazed at me from between the sheets was replaced with a cocky brat. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

Little fucker.

Deciding I had had enough of his smart-ass answers, I got up and walked until I reached the edge of the bed. Standing under the light burned almost as much as the need to make him lose the smile.

“What’s the matter, Nero, rethinking about not sleeping with me?” His eyes traveled down my body until they reached my hard cock. Yeah, I was hard. I was hard from the moment I entered the room and felt him staring at me, but I didn’t mind it. When it came to sex, I knew how to restrain myself, and getting to know him was more of a priority than giving my dick the relief it was aching for.

Rather than answering his snarky comment, I climbed on the bed and moved until I was practically above him.

“What are you doing?” His voice shivered, probably anticipating I’d touch him, but despite his mesmerizing blue eyes begging to be held, tempting lips that nearly whispered to be taken apart, and beautiful neck that was meant to be choked, I wasn’t about to touch him. Why? Because I already figured out what Dion saw in him.

He was out of reach, dangerous, and Dion was dying to add him to his collection.

This beautiful man lying beneath me was poisonous. His beauty might be tempting, but one touch was enough to kill.

“Thanks for letting me get to know you, Llorón,” I whispered in his ear. “It was an absolute pleasure.” And just like that, without risking another second inside his addictive aura, I pushed away the need to know him deeper and got up.

“Where are you going?” He jumped to his feet, but I was already at the door.

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