Page 14 of Explosive Prejudice

“This isn’t the place for this,” Dion said, cutting my arousal in its prime and making me frown at him. “Nah, don’t give me that pissed look,” he tsked, and the awful sound immediately made me think of Orson. In a split second, my body shifted from being on fire to ice-cold, and it shut down. Filled with shame and self-hatred, I stopped grinding my dick against his hand.

“What’s the matter?” Dion scanned me carefully, noticing the change.

I had two options. The first was to push Dion away from me and call it a night. If I went with that option, I would just spend another sleepless night in my bed, with nothing but my thoughts to haunt me. Desperate to not feel this pain, I chose the second option.

Grabbing him by the hem of his shirt, I pulled Dion closer and clashed our mouths together in a brutal kiss. I wasn’t aroused, nor did the touch stir lust in my guts, but I didn’t care. My purpose now wasn’t pleasure but pain. Pure, physical pain that would overcome the one piercing my stomach and chest to the point I could hardly breathe.

“I want you to fuck me. To take me apart until I pass out. Can you do that?”

The sick grin on his face was enough to tell me his answer. Standing up, he offered me his hand, which I took. And while following wherever he was taking me, I dared to look over my shoulder, hoping to catch another glance at him, but he was already gone, moved on to his clients.

Diesel

Just a moment ago, I was told that a client booked a session with me in the Notte Oscura, one of the club’s unique rooms, which got its name thanks to it being as dark as a moonless night. The only part lit with warm light was the four-poster bed in the middle of the space, which was on full display for those hiding in the dark.

Despite the room being nearly pitch-black, I still ensured my mask was secure before entering. Expecting to find my client already waiting on the bed, I was surprised to see another Gatto. I didn’t know her name because Dion made sure none of the Gatti associated with each other outside of the club, and no one was stupid enough to mess with his rules. Dion’s winsome smile and seductive nature were nothing but a fraud. Underneath his tailored clothes and handsome face lurked a ruthless demon.

I didn’t know her name or how her face looked from beneath her mask, but I did know her by her color, Viola.

Moving her manicured nails through her long dark hair, she flipped it back and revealed more of the almost transparent purple lace lingerie set she wore, which made her ample breasts look appetizing. Lying on the bed, with her long legs spread apart and her small hands caressing her creamy skin, she was what men’s wet dreams were made from.

That was exactly why the two of us were here right now—to make someone else’s dirty dream come true. This room was mainly made for voyeurism, for the clients who found pleasure in watching others.

Right now, we could be watched by one, two, even five people without knowing it. And yet, I knew exactly who the person lurking in the dark was. I could feel his eyes on me, the same way I felt them for the past week. Ever since the first night he’d arrived here, pressed to Dion’s side, I noticed this new client. There was something different about him. A pull I didn’t understand that forced me to seek him out, even in a lightless room.

“What’s the matter?” Viola purred as she stretched her leg until her small foot rested on my naked chest, slowly stroking me. I hated when people, especially women, touched me without my consent. I knew this was my job, and she was a fellow worker, but it still bothered me. While touching a woman without her consent was an obvious no, as it should be, that same common sense didn’t seem to apply to men.

Deciding not to tell her off for doing so, I stepped away from her unwanted touch and the bed and turned to face the room.

“I know you’re here.” My eyes continued to adjust to the darkness. “So why won’t you show yourself?” Without even a hint of doubt it was the stranger in Dion’s mask watching, I waited for his reply.

“I thought you’d rather not see me,” he said, and I finally heard his voice. For a week now, I’d been dying to know how this man, beautiful enough to catch Dion’s attention, sounded. His rich, smooth voice didn’t disappoint, and the pieces of the unsolved puzzle in my head started to align. There was also something familiar in his bratty pitch, but it wouldn’t be the first time a client would make me think of someone else. Something about this place, the Venetian, made it impossible to associate it with the outside world. Being here was like being locked inside of a dream, and trying to connect it with reality was pointless.

The sound of his footsteps getting closer grated on my nerves, and I couldn’t calm down until he entered the small circle of light surrounding the bed, and I could finally observe him up close.

The mask he wore was the first thing that caught my attention. For starters, it was from Dion’s private collection. Made by an Italian mascareri, it was worth nearly a million dollars due to the rare diamonds and gold used to create it. I knew this because Dion once showed me his collection while making sure I stayed far enough so none would get ruined. How unique was this man standing before me that not even a million-dollar mask was enough to distract you from his beauty? Almost his entire face was covered, but he was beautiful nonetheless. From the wavy gold hair dancing above his shoulders to his smooth, tanned skin and extraordinary blue eyes looking back at me from behind the mask. Eyes so pure and tortured that held secrets. Secrets I wanted to explore. And while I had no idea who this stranger was, there was something about him that felt recognizable. Not just his voice but his overall aura. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but it piqued my curiosity and was enough to make me intrigued to know him.

The pearl-white color of his mask matched the soft silk suit that hung lazily around his fit body, and my eyes lingered on the diamond choker around his thick neck. I want my hands to replace that necklace. Surprised but not scared by my reaction, I stopped admiring his astonishing appearance and finally answered his question.

“And why would that be?”

“Because of your rule,” he said and stepped closer. He was shorter than me by a few inches, and I liked it.

“So you know I don’t do men.”

He smirked, then jerked his head in the direction of the bed. “That’s why she’s here.”

Deeply immersed in his presence, I almost forgot Viola was waiting on the bed. Despite sleeping with women, it wasn’t odd that I held zero attraction toward her. As beautiful as she was, I didn’t care for those things. At least, not until a moment ago when I was admiring his beauty.

“So you can watch us fuck from the shadows, wishing it was your pussy I was fucking?” I knew I was being vulgar and that some men would be startled and disgusted by what I had just said, but from the way his pupils dilated and he licked his lips, I knew he was different.

Moving closer until I loomed over his smaller frame, I caught a hint of his sweet scent. He smelled forbidden, which stirred my insides.

“Tell Viola to get out,” I whispered in his ear, feeling his body shudder under my command. Thrilled to get such a sweet reaction, I watched him closely. His eyes glistened with craving while he wetted his lips.

“Get out.” His voice had a snarl attached to it, making him sound cheeky but also sexy. And yeah, even though I had no plan of breaking my rule tonight, I could still admit he was sexy.

Knowing better than to argue with a client, Viola got up and left the room, leaving us alone.

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