Page 134 of Explosive Prejudice

Smirking, I pushed my foot down against his dick.

“Putain,” he swore under his breath.

“One might say I have daddy issues.” I grinned as I continued to massage him over his pants until he throbbed under my touch. “So yeah, a good, long, dirty, rebellious phase.”

He groaned, bit his lip, then shook his head before finishing his drink and putting his glass away. “You little devil.”

“Nothing about this is little,” I purred, pouted my lips, and gave him a not-so-innocent smile that nearly made him burst.

God, I want to cut off his dick.

Licking his lips, Dion grinned widely, showing off his sharp canines before he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down so I was lying on the couch. He moved above me and leaned down to steal a kiss, but I stopped him with my hand on his mouth.

“Nah-ah.” I shook my head, playing the dangerous game he was dying for. “Not so fast.”

He huffed, straightened up, and adjusted himself.

“So what is it that you want, then?” he asked, his eyes roaming down my body like a starved beast.

Moving to sit in his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I hated being this close to a man who wasn’t Camilo, but I had to sell my act, or Dion wouldn’t believe me. Before today, Camilo and I drew the line on what I could and couldn’t do to make Dion believe this was real.

“I want you to work for it,” I said, leaning a bit closer until I was suffocated by his strong cologne.

Grabbing my ass, a cheek in each palm, he squeezed me firmly. “Work for it?”

I pushed my annoyance aside and chuckled. “Yes, darling. The very reason you need to sweat for it is in your hands as we speak.” Modesty was never my strongest quality, but it worked on men like Dion. Men with no morals who only cared about fun and power.

“You know I can get anyone I want, right?”

I smirked. “But you want me. You want your mon péché. You want your dirty little sin to be another part of your collection.” My lips ghosted the shell of his ear.

His breath turned heavy, and his body tensed. My only consolation was seeing the black eye my man gave this jerk up close. Fuck. If only we could shoot him between the eyes, as Camilo had suggested.

Completely fooled and unaware of my motivations, Dion moved his fingers to my mouth and pressed his thumb to my lips, his eyes closely observing me as I darted my tongue to lick it. He hissed, his dick pushing hard against his trousers.

“So what do I need to do?” His question sounded more like a plea.

“For starters, how about you show me you can support a guy like me?” Hooking my finger underneath his cross chain, I pulled him close. “As you know, I have a liking for expensive shit.”

Biting his lips, he swallowed a groan. “What do you want? Tell me, and I’ll buy it.”

“Currently, I’m homeless, so how about we start with that?”

Sliding his hands up and down my hips, his eyes moved down to my crotch. “Just come and live with me. I have a gorgeous penthouse that would fit you perfectly.”

I huffed. “Nah. I want my own place.”

“Why would you—” Before he could finish his question, I cupped his jaw and brought his face an inch away from mine.

“I want someplace new. No neighbors.” I smiled viciously. “You know how much I love to scream when I get pounded.”

He let out a choked breath, almost like he couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re crazy.”

“That’s why he wants me so much.” Grabbing his dick over his trousers, I squeezed him hard. “Yeah, he remembers how good I am.”

“Seigneur,” he groaned, tilting his head back and revealing his neck to me. Once again, I was hit with the strong urge to slit it, but instead, I let go of him at once and stood.

“Also, my dad will probably be angry about it, so I’d watch out if I were you.” I bit on the tip of my nail while looking at him with worry.

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