Page 94 of Explosive Prejudice

“Nah. I’m not an idiot. If you’re not going to tell me the truth right now, you can forget about me fucking you tonight.”

He gave me a dirty look. “Sure about that? Because I bet the straps I’m wearing would look damn good between your teeth.”

That image was enough to get my dick pulsing and my balls hurting with the need for relief, but I held back.

“Speak. Up.”

As feisty as he was, Shay-Lee was weak when I ordered him around. It was a remarkable trait of his, one I planned on exploring.

“Can’t we just be cool with her being out of the way and move on?”

Letting go of his wrists, I shook my head. “Not a chance.”

He sighed, tearing his eyes away from me. “I asked someone to fix it for me.”

I could already feel the rage building in the pit of my stomach, making me grind my jaw and tighten my fists.

“Who?” I rasped. When he didn’t respond, I repeated myself. “Who helped you?”

“My father’s assistant,” he murmured.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down and pushed my anger aside. Not because I wanted to, but because getting furious with Shay-Lee wouldn’t do any good. He’d shut deeper into himself before telling me to go and fuck off.

“The guy from the party? The ugly asshole with the smug face.”

That made Shay-Lee snort. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

I rubbed the soft skin underneath his eyes. “Why did you go to him?”

“Because it’s all I know.”

Shay-Lee wasn’t any different from a beaten pup. No matter how hard he was hit, he’d always go back to his owner, and that thought killed me. In order to change this sick, twisted dynamic, he needed to realize he had someone else to go to.

“From now on, you come to me. When you need help, you come to me, not them.”

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Shay-Lee turned his stare to meet mine, his brows twisting. The doubt in his eyes was bigger than his faith, but it didn’t matter. Eventually, he’d realize that these weren’t just pretty words but ones I meant. Remembering what I promised him, that I’d never force him into anything, I didn’t push him further.

“Now then, what was that about a jockstrap?” In a quick change of subject, I slid my hand down his body until I reached the elastic waistband.

Shifting underneath me, he nearly purred. “Aren’t you about to find out?”

Fuck yes, I was, but before I could begin stripping him down, he stopped me.

“There’s something I want us to try.”

Shay-Lee

“Wait,” Camilo said, and I paused before putting on my mask to look at him.

Did he change his mind?

“What is it?” I asked.

He picked up his black Gatto mask off the bed and pointed at the mask I was holding. The one Dion had given me months ago. “If we’re gonna fuck in a room full of people, you better not be planning to wear that mask.”

Camilo crossed the room, brushed my hand aside, then put his mask on my face. “That’s better.”

Whenever I thought this man couldn’t get any hotter, he proved me wrong. This was the sexiest thing someone had ever done for me. He gave me his mask, his cover, claiming me as his.

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