Page 8 of Explosive Prejudice

Feeling Dion’s proximity, I turned my face to find him a breath away. Biting my lip, I shook my head. I’d had sex at parties before, like with my ex-girlfriend, but it wasn’t the same. Chloe, one of the girls I dated to hide that I was a slut for cock, liked it when people knew we were a couple and therefore was fond of public displays of affection. I only did it for the sake of my reputation, so no one would question my sexuality. The truth was, every time I had to stick my dick in her, it became torture, and it often made me sick. Even though Chloe was a fucking bitch, my inability to fuck had nothing to do with her and everything to do with me loathing having to penetrate others. After we broke up, she spread rumors around school that I couldn’t get it up. While it was the truth, I made sure people believed she was nothing but a vengeful, lying cunt, which she was most of the time. Why I had to hide my sexuality was a whole other matter that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my father’s sick personality.

“Want to give it a try?” Dion asked, snapping me back to the present.

I was ready to tell him no, because I had no intention of sleeping with him, when someone caught my eye. To say I was drawn to the black-masked Gatto, who leaned his broad back into the leather chair while getting his cock sucked by a woman, would be an understatement.

My eyes traveled up his strong, long legs wrapped in tight black slacks until they reached the root of his thick, veiny dick that disappeared into his client’s mouth with each swallow. Licking my lips with the hunger to taste him, I continued to observe the show, imagining my own mouth being filled with his massive cock. Moving my eyes up his shirtless body, I was mesmerized by his tanned skin, covered with patches of ink that stretched along his sculpted muscles. His head was thrown back, leaving his thick neck exposed, making my heart thrum in my ears.

What attracted me the most to this Gatto wasn’t just his appearance but his attitude. He didn’t seem to be enjoying the moment. He looked bored and unbothered. With a cigarette tucked between his sinful lips, he inhaled deeply, his chest rising, before blowing out the dense smoke and running his fingers through his short, dark hair. And then, the most fantastic thing happened. He caught me looking, and the force of his dark eyes staring back at me from under his mask made my body throb. When I thought it couldn’t get any better, the son of a bitch rolled his eyes. Fuck me if that didn’t almost force me to my knees.

A shudder went through my spine as my cock grew rock hard, which never happened when I was this sober. I’d taken a sip of scotch back in Dion’s office, but it was nothing. For years, I couldn’t get a proper erection without having drugs involved, and suddenly, I was throbbing because of one man’s look.

“Who’s that?” I asked while nudging my head toward the Gatto, who now had his fingers tangled in his client’s hair, forcing her to suck harder.

“The latest acquisition to my collection,” Dion said, leaning closer. “The hardest I’ve ever worked to get a Gatto, but he was worth it.” He moved a lock of stray hair from my mask and tucked it behind my ear. “He made more money in his first month here than some of my Gatti make in a year.” Dion’s lips were now brushing against my skin, nipping on the shell of my ear. “He’s my Gatto Nero. My black cat.” The title couldn’t have suited him more.

With my cock rubbing against my fly and aching for relief, I didn’t have to think twice before speaking. “I changed my mind.” I kept my voice low yet loud enough for Dion to hear me over the music. “You’re going to fuck me after all.”

Not wasting time, he slid his hand underneath my shirt and stroked my skin, pinching my nipple while biting my neck.

“Lucky me,” he rumbled, sliding his hand down my body until he reached my dick and cupped my hard-on over my pants.

“But not here.” I stopped him before he could go any further. “Take me to a private room.”

“You’re the boss.”

Diesel

After less than two hours of sleep, I barely opened my eyes when my alarm went off. I finished working at the club around three in the morning and didn’t get home until four. Imagine how pissed off I was when I stepped into my joint bedroom with Andrei, only to find Miles had stayed the night.

Regardless of my hatred for the rich asshole, I never understood why the hell he insisted on sleeping here when he lived in this big-ass Hidden Hills mansion with his gay parents. Not that I cared about anyone being gay.

Because of Andrei’s unwelcome guest, I spent the night on the roof. Technically, I loved sleeping there because of the ocean breeze and fresh air. I wouldn’t always have access to freedom, so I took advantage of it while I could because it was only a matter of time before I ended up back in jail. It was in my fucking DNA. My future was written for me by the assholes who raised me.

Since we had one of those flat roofs, I turned it into more of a room by bringing a mattress up, some records I loved listening to, and an old record player I found at a flea market for a steal. I even hung up some lights to make the place look better for my baby plants. Yeah… I grow houseplants because they are fucking awesome. And while I loved it up here, on chilly January nights like tonight, sleeping on the roof was a bitch. So fuck Andrei, and fuck that wet hamster he called his boyfriend.

After quitting my job at the beach club, thanks to that blond piece of shit, Shay-Lee, I started working for Dion. At first, I applied to other places, but after working my ass off for nearly two weeks while earning minimum wage doing crappy jobs, I was done and figured working for that crazy motherfucker wouldn’t be so bad. So far, it wasn’t. I made a ton of money, ensured Iván was kept safe, and also managed to put some extra cash aside. Besides, it was only temporary. Once I finished my senior year, I was packing my bags and leaving this goddamn place behind.

Tired and cold, I dragged my ass back downstairs. With my hand shoved in my boxer briefs to keep me warm and my eyes half closed, I walked straight to the bathroom. I didn’t bother to check if it was empty before pushing on the door. Maybe I should have because the stupid door was locked, and I walked right into it, slamming my head on the hardwood.

“Son of a bitch,” I cursed, rubbing the bump on my forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Andrei jumped into the hall wearing nothing but a pair of skintight boxer briefs. “Oh, it’s just you.” He sounded disappointed when he saw it was me in the hallway.

“Yeah, just me,” I grunted.

His brows drew close. “What happened to you?”

“The door was fucking locked, and half asleep, I bumped into it.”

“Oh, shit, that sucks.” He tried to hide his smile. “Anyway, Miles is in there, doing his morning skin-care routine. I wouldn’t wait if I were you. It takes forever.” His tone was casual, as if it was legit for his boyfriend to become a household member and take over our shared bathroom.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snapped, then turned to the door and knocked on it with rage.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Andrei, who was about to return to our room, now stepped out. “Seriously, I just told you Miles was in there.”

“And he’s about to get the fuck out.” The wooden door quaked with the force of my fists, but I didn’t hit it hard enough to break.

“Chill out, man.” Andrei reached for me when the door flew open, and I was face-to-face with the problem.

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