Page 33 of Explosive Prejudice

“Let me see you,” I said, and he stepped back until he was on full display.

The white lace stood perfectly against his tanned skin, decorated to perfection. His cock, stiff and glossy, peeked from behind the G-string mesh, making my mouth water while the silky cotton of the stocking climbed up his strong legs until reaching the pearl lace garters on his upper thigh. All I wanted to do was to rip those panties off him with my teeth and fuck him raw, but instead of being the animal I craved to be, I reached for his hand.

“Come here.” Pulling him into my lap, I slid my hands down his back until they reached his bare ass. My fingers slipped underneath the string of his thong, grazing him slightly before giving his cheeks a strong squeeze. My dick, trapped in my pants, ached against my zipper and begged for attention. Knowing I was playing with fire, I removed my hands from his ass and kept them on his narrow hips, which looked even smaller because of the suspender belt.

“You’re touchier today than usual.” He smirked, throwing his arms around my neck.

“I’m just looking.” That wasn’t really true with my hands all over him.

“Really?” He lowered himself until his ass rubbed over my hard cock. “Seems to me like you’re fully invested.”

The little demon.

“I thought of a question for you,” I said to shift the conversation away from my reaction to him.

“Oh?” Moving one hand from around my shoulders, he began tracing the outline of my lower jaw, the part my mask didn’t hide.

“Earlier, you asked me your question, and I still haven’t asked mine.”

“Fine.” The corner of his mouth pulled into a seductive smile. “Ask away, Nero.” My stage name sounded off coming from him, and I wished he knew my name. Shaking the dangerous thought away, I studied him.

“Why were you late today?”

“That’s a boring question.”

“Answer me.” I tightened my grip around his hips so he’d realize I wasn’t messing around.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. “Let me think…” Tapping on his mouth with his finger as if pretending to recall back today’s events made me grunt.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, pretending to be innocent.

Oh, the fucking brat.

“Answer the question.” I flashed him a fake smile, and he laughed.

“I needed to wait until my dad left home before I could come here, and when I arrived, Dion delayed me. So… I was late.”

The primal jealousy I felt when he mentioned Dion pushed aside my curiosity to ask more about his dad.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“What?” Fear flicked in his eyes for a mere second before confusion settled in.

“Dion. Did you sleep with him?” Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the jealousy and threat behind my words, mostly because I already knew the answer.

He huffed. “What do you think?”

My jaw tensed as my fingers dug deeper into his flesh, hard enough to bruise him. While a normal person would push away from my possessive grip, he only pulled closer.

“You’re such a red flag. You know that?” He played with my mask by outlining his finger over its edges. “You still refuse to fuck me because of whatever reason you find justified, but you’re getting angry that I fucked someone else.” He leaned closer, his breath dancing in my ear. “And to answer your question, yes, we fucked. First, he sucked my dick, and when I cried for his cock like the slut I am, he gave it to me from behind. Hard. Painful. Filthy. Just the way I love it.”

Knowing he was trying to stir me up with his provocations didn’t stop me from turning us around and pinning him to the bed with my hand around his neck. He gasped like he did earlier when I intuitively touched him there. Just like before, I was tempted to tighten my hold and watch him choke. Fuck did I want to see his mouth gasping for air and watch the life slowly drain out of his eyes while being buried balls-deep inside him. My thought scared me, and I knew he noticed it right before I removed my hand and jerked back to my feet, as if he were on fire. Perhaps I was the fire, and he was gasoline, and touching him would set my whole life in flames.

Llorón remained lying on the bed, his gaze piercing my soul, letting me know we had just shared the same thought and were equally startled by it. Breaking our stare, my eyes roamed down his body, taking in every bit of his beautiful appearance. The idea that before coming to me, Dion had his eyes, hands, and mouth on him drove me insane, and I second-guessed my principles.

“Back against the bed.”

A devilish grin took over his features. “Yeah, definitely a red flag.”

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