Page 97 of Explosive Prejudice

Looking straight, the first pair of eyes I met with were Dion’s. He meant so little to me, nearly nothing, but I was glad he was there, watching us with pure jealousy. Why? Because his stare confirmed something to me.

It confirmed us.

Dion’s jealousy validated everything I felt for Camilo in the most primal and raw way there was. In the outside world, we couldn’t be together, but here? Now? Everyone could see I was his, and he was mine.

“I’m your slut. Only yours, Nero. Always yours.” My head was thrown back with a gasp as tears rolled down my flaming cheeks.

“That’s right. You’re mine. You’re mine until I say otherwise.” Pulling out of my ass, Camilo flipped us around, so now I was on the chair, my legs on each of his shoulders, as he got on one knee and positioned himself before the chair.

His body was blocking me from the room, and I loved it. I loved—“Oh, God,” I cried as he plunged back inside me, pounding my hole so good.

“You feel so good, kitten,” he growled in a low pitch. “So fucking good.” He cupped the back of my nape and held my stare, and once again, I recognized the look steaming behind his eyes. Only now, it wasn’t one of hate or resentment but of a much deadlier sin. And yet, even though it scared me to my core, no part of me wanted to pull away.

Throwing my hands around his neck, I hugged him close as he continued to fuck me until his whole body tensed, and he was done for. With my arms still around him, he pulled out. Looking between us, I watched as he peeled off the condom, grabbed both our cocks in his big hand, and began rubbing us together. It didn’t take more than a few strokes for us to burst, and we came hard, coating his fist and my skin with our release while looking right into each other’s souls.

While my ass was sore and my cock was drained, my heart was full.

One thing I knew for sure—we were fucked.

In. Every. Possible. Way.

Diesel

One of Shay-Lee’s favorite hobbies was to push me until I snapped. Despite the shift in our relationship, which now meant neither of us could get through a day without seeing the other, Shay-Lee didn’t seem to drop that one annoying trait of his. And while in the past, his primary goal was to be an annoying fuck, now he had different things in mind.

Take now, for example. Shay-Lee sat across the cafeteria, working his lips around a fucking lollipop while locking eyes with me. He did it subtly enough, glancing at me periodically so the guys around him wouldn’t notice. He just loved edging me until I snapped and punished him for being such a brat. He loved it so much that he did it all week.

Yesterday, in gym class, he made sure to flirt with some girl right in front of me, allowing her to toss herself all over him. He got what he asked for later on when I fucked him in the locker room while making him wear the cheerleading outfit he once said he’d never wear. God be my witness, did he look hot in a tight-ass miniskirt. Or the other day, when he gave me a hard-on in the middle of Spanish class with the dick pic he’d sent me. Who would have believed that the day would come when I’d be turned on by a dick pic, of all things? But what could I say, his dick was one hell of a masterpiece. Taking responsibility for that picture, Shay-Lee got on all fours and sucked me off in the library. I would have fucked him, too, if it weren’t for us nearly getting caught.

Before Shay-Lee, sex felt like a chore and a way to pass the time. Now, I lived for those moments where we explored each other’s bodies and pushed each other’s boundaries. We were finding out things we enjoyed, such as public sex, and things we didn’t, such as bondage. The club was helpful, but it wasn’t only about sex. With each passing day, I felt Shay-Lee trusting me more and more, slowly shedding away the guilt he used to feel the first time we’d slept together. I hoped it would only continue, and eventually, he’d be able to share more than just his sexual desires with me.

Currently, I tried to focus on my lunch but found it impossible since every time I glanced up, Shay-Lee looked at me with that damn lollipop in his mouth. Wrapping his lips around the red candy and sucking it in and out of his mouth made my dick take notice, and when he winked my way, showing me a glimpse of his tongue, which was painted red from the sugar, I couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you smiling at?” Andrei asked, glancing over his shoulder before looking back at me.

“Nothing.” I shrugged to hide how obvious I was being. Thankfully, when Andrei turned around, Shay-Lee pretended to be busy with the guys from his team, so I doubted Andrei made the connection. Although, Andrei wasn’t dumb, and I knew it would only be a matter of time until he realized we were screwing.

“So now you’re laughing and smiling for no reason?” he asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

“Maybe he thought of something funny. It happens to me all the time. Like today, I remembered a funny joke in the middle of class,” Jessie chimed in.

“He was being sarcastic, Kotik,” Levi said quietly.

“Oh, shit.” Jessie smiled and opened his mouth to say something else when Andrei spoke first.

“You know what I thought about?”

Reaching for my water bottle, I opened the cap and took a long gulp. “Absolutely not, but I bet you’re going to tell me.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Since quitting your job at the beach club, you haven’t told us about your new job,” Andrei said, narrowing his eyes.

“Aww, I’m so touched that you care so much. You know, with how you no longer give a shit about anyone other than yourself and Miles.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Andrei tensed his jaw. “Why are you avoiding the question?”

I stood and pulled the pack of smokes from my pocket. “Maybe because it’s none of your business?” I tucked one in my mouth while giving Andrei a fake smile that said “fuck you.” “And although it warms my heart, I much prefer it when you don’t pretend to care,” I said before walking away without waiting for a reply.

It was remarkable how Andrei and I hardly talked to each other now without getting into a fight. We barely met at home, and when we did, we avoided one another. School was the only place we were forced to hang out, and maybe I should stop doing that, too. It wasn’t that I enjoyed this situation. I hated it, but neither of us was about to step back and try to resolve it.

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