Page 101 of Explosive Prejudice

We went on and on about what a terrific driver I was until we reached the theater. It was already full, but we managed to find a parking spot.

“Look at you.” Camilo whistled as I climbed out of the car and buttoned my suit jacket.

“What? I’ve never been to a ballet show before, so I assumed I needed to look classy.” I tried playing it cool despite spending half the day picking what to wear. I ended up going for a light gray Armani suit.

Camilo leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to take it off you,” he whispered, then squeezed my ass before quickly removing his hand and shoving it into his pocket. The brief interaction made my skin heat and my heart race, so to calm myself down, I focused on his clothes. He looked freaking hot, with a pair of baggy jeans that sat low on his narrow hips and a matching short-sleeved denim shirt he wore on top of a white tank top. He also had a few rings on his thick fingers and silver chains around his neck.

After we got the program from the usher, we were led to our seats. I didn’t know a thing about choosing seats for the ballet, so I went straight for the private balconies. Those were the types of seats my father always chose when he took me to the opera, and I assumed ballet worked the same way.

I had expected to be bored out of my mind. Sitting for two long hours in the dark while looking at men wearing tutus wasn’t ranked highly on my list of favorite activities. I wished Camilo was into some good old American football. But as we sat down and Camilo whispered to me a low “thank you,” I knew I would do it all over again if given the chance. The excitement that shone in his eyes once the lights went off and the music started was priceless, and it shifted something inside of me. A few months ago, I would’ve been surprised to learn someone like Diesel enjoyed ballet, but not today. A sense of possessiveness overtook me, emerging with a sense of pride that I got to know the real him.

I tangled our fingers and smiled to myself. If he enjoyed this show, next time, I would take him to one in London or maybe Paris. I wanted to travel around the world with him, and for the first time in my life, I saw myself having a future with someone. The realization nearly had me gasping for air, but I wasn’t afraid. Camilo made me feel safe enough to hope for another future—one that wasn’t as painful and full of despair. A future of sunlight. A future I wanted and, for some reason, could picture so clearly.

“Is everything okay?” Camilo whispered, grazing the side of my cheek with the back of his fingers.

Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered back, the word barely a breath. “I’m just trying to understand what’s happening.”

Camilo probably thought I was referring to the show, so he began explaining the story, not realizing I was talking about us. About me. About the fact that I was pretty sure I was falling in love with him. It scared me because what the fuck did I even know about love? Nothing. But knowing me, I would probably ruin it as I ruined everything. I was a fucking failure that kept ruining good things. Now, worked up with those thoughts, I could hardly pay attention to the show. Cold sweat covered my skin, and I bit the inside of my cheek, doing my best not to catch Camilo’s attention. After all, this wasn’t about me, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin his evening.

“You didn’t enjoy the show?” Camilo asked once we were outside.

I looked up from the ground and turned to face him. “Why would you think that?”

He offered me a slight smile. “You looked like you were somewhere else the entire time. Was it that boring?”

Shaking my head, I quirked my lips. “Not at all. I was just busy trying to figure out if all those male dancers were packing or if they shoved something down their pants.”

Camilo looked at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly not buying my weak attempt at changing the subject. He then grabbed my hand and moved to stand before me.

“What’s going on? I thought you wanted to go on a date.”

“Of course I did.”

“So why do you look like you’re forced to be here?”

I tucked my bottom lip underneath my teeth and shook my head. “It’s not that… I just don’t want it to end.”

Camilo chuckled, the sound so warm it filled my stomach with fucking butterflies, then lifted my chin so our eyes met.

“End? We’re only just getting started.” He leaned forward, closed the distance between us, and kissed me.

Not giving a fuck that others could see us, he slipped his tongue between my parted lips and drank in my low moans while softly caressing my jaw with his thumbs. The intimacy was enough to put me at ease, and when he pulled back, I ached for the loss of his touch.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” He smiled, his hand still resting against my cheeks.

“What eyes?”

“Eyes that are begging me to strip you naked and fuck you right here for anyone to see.”

Once again, I found myself blushing like some idiot. I wasn’t used to reacting this way to people. I was usually the one to say things that put others in shock, but not with Camilo. When it came to him, I was the one left speechless.

Camilo pulled me into a tight hug, his big arms squeezing me to his chest. God, I loved having his warm body wrapped around me.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t worry, Llorón. I am going to fuck you tonight.” He bit my lobe. “Slow and hard. I’ll pound you until you’re nothing but a needy mess, dripping with my cum.”

My cock stiffened as my heart beat so fast I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten?”

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