Page 113 of Explosive Prejudice

I shook my head and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. “You’ll never hurt me.”

“I don’t know.” He tore his eyes away from me. “I honestly can’t say that I won’t.” His words were as heavy as the tears I tried to hold back.

“But I can.” I forced his eyes back. “I know you won’t, and I’m not scared of you.”

“But you should be. When I get angry, I just… I can’t help it, and I keep trying to think about what makes me different from them. From my dad, yours. I’m a monster just like them.”

“Maybe you’re a monster, Camilo. But you’re one of the good ones. After all, it takes a monster to take one down.” I caressed his jaw. “I should know because I’m one myself.”

When he still refused to look at me, I tried kissing him, but he shifted his face. “Shay-Lee—”

“No.” I grabbed his hands and brought them to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. “You’re the greatest man I have ever known in my life.” I palmed his hands harder. “The absolute greatest.”

Camilo still looked trapped in his own head, so I closed the tap and got out of the shower, still holding his hand. This time, I was the one who led him out.

After I got rid of his wet clothes, I dried him off and then led him to the bed. I made him sit on the edge of the mattress as I went back to pick up the plastic bag from the bathroom floor. It had basic clothes, such as T-shirts and boxers, toothbrushes, deodorant, fresh bandages, and ointment for my wounds.

Always so thoughtful.

I returned to him and sat on the floor between his spread legs before I took his hands. Without saying a word, I began peeling off his ruined bandages. Slowly, I spiraled them until his skin was revealed. He hissed as I moved my fingers over his knuckles, and I chuckled. The strongest of men could still be crybabies.

I began patching him up when my eyes moved along his body. Just above where the towel was knotted around his waist, he had a long scar from when he got stabbed. I remembered the time in the hospital when I punched him there. Did he still have my recording on his phone? I’d have to ask him that later, or maybe not. Honestly, I didn’t care. Our past no longer mattered to me because now, he was the only thing that made sense. My heart rate increased with the thought, and I swallowed hard in an attempt to push aside my emotions.

The whole time I was rebandaging him, Camilo never uttered a word. He sat still while his sad eyes followed my every action with caution, desperate for my attention. He wouldn’t admit it, at least not with words, but his tense body and broken expression told me exactly what he needed.

Once done, I rose to my feet while keeping my spot between his legs. Camilo looked up, his dark irises even more vivid because of how tired he looked—exhausted from life.

His gaze never left mine as I removed the towel from around my waist and tossed it on the floor. Naked, I stood tall in front of him, our eyes still connected. This wasn’t about arousing him but allowing him to see there were no more walls between us, nowhere to hide.

I pushed him down so his back hit the mattress and climbed up on top of him. Automatically, Camilo moved his hands to my hips, but I nudged them away and brought them to rest above his head.

“No.” I ghosted my lips over his while grazing our noses together. “You’re going to lie back and let me do the work.”

Vulnerability flashed in his eyes as he stretched his neck, desperately trying to capture my lips. I grabbed his jaw, held him still, then smashed our mouths together and ravished his lips the way he always did to me. He groaned into the kiss, his body melting to my touch. His reaction melted my heart, filling me with the confidence to go on.

I dropped my hand from his jaw and slid it down his body until I reached the towel secured to his hips. I moved my hand over the soft cotton, massaging his hardening dick in slow moves. A low groan escaped him when I squeezed his cock more firmly. We both hissed as I slipped my hand underneath the towel and wrapped my fingers around his hot length. Now fully erect, he throbbed in my palm, and I kissed him gently before licking my lips. The intimacy we both felt increased our arousal, and it was hard not to get lost in it.

“Shay-Lee,” he gasped as I moved my hand faster, squeezing him harder around the tip, where he was the most sensitive. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Yeah? Just wait until you’re inside me.” I smirked and watched as he bit down on his bottom lip before sending his head back.

After I’d got rid of his towel, leaving him completely naked, I straddled him. Looking down at his strong body lying beneath me and at my mercy filled me with warmth and a sense of responsibility. Now, for the first time, it was my job to take care of him.

I brought my fingers to his mouth, and he parted his lips and sucked them in. Pushing them even farther, I pressed down on his tongue and wetted them with his spit, then pulled out and brought them to my hole. Camilo’s eyes followed my every move while I began fingering myself on top of him, preparing my ass to take him.

Unable to hold himself back, he grabbed my cheeks in each palm and spread me wider, giving me better access as I continued to prepare myself. Tucking my lips underneath my teeth, I groaned, feeling my fingers deep enough to know I was ready.

Pulling out, I spat on my hand and then smeared my saliva on his throbbing length, using it as lube. I preferred it that way since it made everything so much more raw. “Tonight, I’m going to feel all of you,” I said, stroking him lazily from base to tip, collecting his precum along the way.

He nodded, his face flushed red in a way I’d never seen. My breath caught as he slid his hands to my thighs and caressed me. He was so goddamn gentle it drove me nuts, and I wanted to devour him fully but knew I had to take my time.

“I need to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse and low, dripping with need. It was almost like hearing him for the first time because he’d never acted this way before. His impatience showed, and fuck me if it wasn’t what I lived for.

Raising my hips, I brought his bare cock to my ass and lowered myself onto it. Camilo let out a deep groan as his tip breached me, his eyes focusing on where I slowly sucked him in.

“Fuck,” he hissed, closing his eyes and sending his head back. He grabbed my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh and tightening his hold as I continued to lower myself until he was completely settled in. Not using a condom was a whole new level of pleasure, and it showed on his face. The veins on his neck popped out as every one of his muscles was clenched with how hard he held himself together, and I hadn’t even started riding him.

“God, you feel good,” I said in a breath, moving my hands over my body to my hair and holding it above my head as I rolled my hips. He moaned, literally moaned, and the sound went straight to my aching cock.

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