Page 91 of Explosive Prejudice

Camilo’s stare hardened, and he moved his fingers over my skin, caressing one of the marks he left on my throat yesterday.

“Wait.” My brows pulled close. “You think I’ll sleep with him again?”

He tore his eyes away from me, the muscle in his jaw tensed.

“Camilo—”

Just then, someone tried to open the door, but Camilo slammed it closed. “Go somewhere else!” he barked at whoever stood on the other side.

Placing my hands around his neck, I tried to make him look at me. “Camilo, you don’t actually think I’ll sleep with him. Do you?”

He met my eyes. “You already did. More than once.”

I shouldn’t have slept with Dion that night, but I shouldn’t have done a lot of things I did. Crying over them now was pointless. Yet, as I realized how much I’d hurt him, my gut filled with regret.

“I won’t do it again, I swear.”

Camilo moved his eyes from mine to my lips and back, then nodded. “You’d better not because I don’t share, Shay-Lee. Never have and never will.” His words settled deep inside my chest, setting my whole body on fire.

“Good, because neither do I.”

He leaned forward, closing the small distance between us, as he took my lips in a gentle kiss.

“Did we just become exclusive?” I grinned once our lips parted.

“Call it what you want.” He wrapped his fingers around my neck, his gorgeous dark eyes boring into my soul. “But ever fuck somebody else, and I’ll kill you both.”

Filled with self-satisfaction, I huffed. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

“Good,” he whispered, then kissed me again, only now it was rough and hot. I groaned into the kiss as he rolled our tongues together and fisted his shirt to pull him closer. The hot moment was cut off by the bell, followed by students’ voices filling the halls. Pulling away from each other, I checked myself in the mirror, and so did he.

“You look hot in those shorts.” He smirked and slapped my ass as I moved to open the door.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Opening the door, I was ready to be the first who left when I paused.

“What about the club, then?” I asked.

“I’ll handle it.”

Even if he didn’t, I would. With that thought in mind, I walked out of the bathroom, but not before giving him a sassy wink.

Diesel

“I was told you have a new rule,” Dion said, pouring himself a glass of scotch. After placing the bottle down and turning around, he leaned his waist against the table, his cold eyes pinned on me. It was odd how the guy always looked tired even when he wasn’t.

“What about it?” I asked, leaning farther into the leather chair and spreading my legs. His eyes quickly checked me out with displeasure. He was used to people being afraid of him, and I’d already made it clear I wasn’t one of them.

“You know, I was willing to accept your ‘no men’ rule out of common decency.”

Common decency, my ass. This man didn’t have a shred of courtesy in his body.

“But now you’re rejecting my clients. Your clients. Telling them no physical touch?” The amusement on his face was nothing but a fraud with anger simmering low underneath his well-kept mask.

“What can I say?” I shrugged, giving him a lazy smirk. “I decided to save myself for marriage.”

Pressing the crystal glass to his lips, he nodded, then sipped from the brown liquid.

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