Page 71 of Explosive Prejudice

Stifling a moan, I tried hard not to give in to my urges because it wasn’t right. Diesel had made it clear he wanted nothing sexual with me, so I should respect him. Good. At last, I’m developing a moral compass. Yet, pushing away from him turned out to be extremely difficult. Instead of getting out of bed, I leaned closer to his warm body, rested my head in the crook of his neck, and breathed him in. I then parted my lips and pressed them softly to his neck, closing my eyes and imagining how good it would feel to be with him, like actually be in a relationship with him.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Who was I kidding? Being with Diesel wasn’t an option. Even if, by some miracle, Diesel accepted me, my father would never allow it. He’d force me to get rid of Diesel the same way he did with Jordan, or worse, he’d do it himself. The thought was enough to send shivers down my spine and form a knot in my stomach. Yet, instead of pulling away from him as I should have, I only clung to him harder, nearly wrapping myself around his body.

“You are impossible to sleep with,” Diesel grunted in a sleep-drunk voice that went straight to my already hard cock, which I’d nearly forgotten about. Looking up, I was met with half-closed dark eyes that, surprisingly, didn’t seem shocked at all to find me so close.

“No wonder I dreamed about koala bears when you cling to me like one.” He sighed, moving his hand over his face.

Did he just compare me to a koala bear?

Before I responded, his eyes moved from me to look between us. A sleepy smile drew on his lips as he studied the situation. “Would you look at that,” he drawled, his pitch hoarse, nearly causing me to bust in my sweats.

“It’s a natural reaction,” I stammered the most used excuse in the book. “It has nothing to do with you.”

Trying to push away from him was a complete fail since Diesel had me underneath his sexy body in a heartbeat.

“It has everything to do with me,” he whispered, ghosting his lips over the shell of my ear.

As my arousal kicked in at full force, so did my need to fight. I tried to push him off me, but he was stronger. With little to no effort, he captured my arms above my head and kept them there by holding my wrists in one hand. “What’s the matter, Princesa?” He lowered himself down, his hips pressed against mine as our cocks rubbed against each other through the fabric of our sweats.

The pressure felt so good that I had to bite back a moan, but there was no way in hell I was about to give in to him.

“Your breath stinks,” I hissed, and he smirked before blowing air in my face. It wasn’t like I actually cared about his morning breath. Truth was, I’d have wanted to devour him no matter what.

“You don’t smell like a heap of roses yourself, chulo.”

“Yes, I do.”

Leaning a bit closer until our noses nearly touched, he shook his head. “Nah… you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

Shaking his head again, he got even closer. Captive underneath his weight, with my arms held above my head and my cock shoved against his, my body was on fire. But so was his. I could feel the heat of his skin, see the lust in his eyes, and nearly taste the hunger on his lips. Like a pair of predators, we were both staring into each other’s souls, waiting to see who’d be the first to make a move. Filled with pride, neither of us was about to back out soon.

Without any warning, Diesel pushed down and thrust his hips, rutting our dicks together. Swearing, I looked aside as heat crept to my cheeks.

“You blushing?” The self-satisfaction in his drawl was undeniable, and I wanted to punch him for it.

“You—”

“Diesel?” Andrei’s voice echoed through the house, making us both freeze.

“Shit,” Diesel swore, looking over his shoulder at the bedroom’s door.

Thank God it’s closed.

“When did he get here?” I asked at the same time Diesel shouted to Andrei he’d be out in a second.

“I don’t fucking know.” He lowered his voice while getting up from the bed. “Just stay here, okay? I’ll get rid of him.”

“But what about—”

“Shay-Lee,” he said, his voice quiet yet firm enough to focus me. “Stay here, and keep quiet.”

Nodding, because suddenly I was too stunned to speak, I watched Diesel as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Diesel

Making sure to close the door behind me, I put on my shirt. Still hard because my dick didn’t just miraculously go down, I tucked my boner in the waistband of my sweats and covered it with my shirt before walking out to the living room, where Andrei was waiting for me with his hands shoved in his jeans pockets.

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