Page 137 of Explosive Prejudice

I tried to kiss him again, but he stopped me by placing his hands on my chest.

“I mean it, Camilo.” Moving his fingers up, he stopped once he reached my necklace.

It was the gold chain Iván used to wear. Before burying him next to Carmen, I’d taken it.

“Do you actually want to marry me, or is it because of his death?”

Meeting my gaze, Shay-Lee looked at me with those heartbreaking eyes of his that captured every piece of my body and soul.

I cupped his face in my palms, then caressed his wet skin. “Maybe his death made me realize it sooner, but I would have asked you to marry me eventually. So why delay it? You’re the only family I’ve got, the only family I want.”

Closing his eyes, he leaned into my touch. “We’re too young to get married.”

“People our age get married all the time.”

He opened his eyes. “And what if we fight?”

“We already fight.”

“We’ve been dating for only a few months.”

“So what? You have any doubt I’m not the right man for you?”

He chuckled, his lips curling up.

Nothing in this world could ever match how beautiful he looked when he smiled—absolutely nothing.

“Fine. Let’s do it, but on one condition.”

“Oh?” I raised my brow at him.

“You quit smoking.”

That made me grimace. “Why?”

“I’m not going to marry someone who’ll die from a heart attack in his twenties.”

Pinching his cheek enough to make him wince, I laughed. “Fine. I’ll quit.”

I then let him go, moved my hands to the back of my neck, and took off my necklace.

“This should be enough until I get you a ring,” I said, securing it around his neck.

“Are you sure about this?” He traced his fingers over the gold chain.

Crossing my arms around his body, I pulled him into a tight hug. He buried his face in my chest, and I inhaled his sweet, addicting scent. At this moment, not even the ocean seemed strong enough to separate us.

Kissing the top of his head, I smiled.

“More than anything, Llorón.”

Shay-Lee

“Yes, baby, give it to me harder,” I cried, my fingers curling around the side of the dresser I was currently bent over. “I missed your cock so fucking much.”

Grabbing my neck, Camilo pushed my head against the mirror while thrusting his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into me.

“Of course you did. Your greedy little ass can’t help itself, can it?”

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