Page 40 of Dissolving Prejudice

I turned my head so our lips nearly touched. “I’ll leave it to your imagination,” I purred with a teasing grin.

Camilo did as he promised and let go of my wrist, only to move his hand to my neck. My whole body burned under his touch, and I held my breath.

“That’s a bit risky, Llorón.” He caressed his thumb over my jugular. “Because you know how dirty my mind is.” He ducked his head down until his lips grazed my neck. “It’s fucking filthy, sweetheart,” he whispered, then kissed me softly, his touch sending bolts of arousal down my spine before he parted his lips and sucked on my skin. It felt so damn good, and I closed my eyes, wishing him to continue, when instead, he dragged his teeth up until he reached my ear. And despite my knees going weak, I wasn’t about to stand there like a pathetic sucker. With him off guard, I sent my hand between us and grabbed his balls over his pants.

He hissed with surprise.

Squeezing him tighter, I smiled. “I see you’re already working that dirty mind of yours. Tell me, Diesel, am I naked right now?”

“Naked and underneath me.”

Loving his answer, I cupped his dick harder, feeling it growing with excitement.

“Am I crying your name?”

“Screaming it.”

His words went straight to my cock, and turned on, I bit my lip. I could easily visualize this scenario: him fucking me raw on my back, his monstrous dick drilling in and out of me until I could do nothing but scream his name. We’d probably be covered with sweat and cum, which he’d lick off my body—

“Look at you,” he chuckled, his deep voice snapping me back. “Did my poor kitten get himself all worked up?” Moving his hand from my neck, he cupped my flaming cheeks and grinned. “If you ask nicely, I’ll get on my knees for you, right here, and suck your dick in the middle of this parking lot. All you need is to say—” He leaned closer until his lips brushed mine. “—please suck my dick, Camilo.”

Heat rushed to my face, and I swallowed hard.

Camilo didn’t miss my reaction. But he didn’t mock me, instead looking me in the eyes. His stare bored into my soul the same way it always did, and it reminded me of all that we had. It wasn’t just sex but a whole world we created for ourselves. Our little broken heaven. A heaven he turned into hell the day he left me.

“Why do you keep fighting this, Shay-Lee?”

“Why?” I hissed while feeling all the cracks in my broken heart. “Because you left.” None of this would have happened if not for him deciding to leave me at my fucking worst.

“Llorón—”

Not wanting to hear what he had to say, I grabbed his balls harder, but he didn’t flinch and instead smiled. “Yeah, that feels good, but can you scratch me a bit more to the left?”

My eyes widened, and I let go of him at once before pushing him away.

“Fuck you,” I yelled and took out my car keys.

“Gladly,” he snorted while pulling a pack of gum from his pocket.

“I hope you choke on those and die,” I hissed.

“Whatever,” he laughed and began walking to his bike that was parked behind my car.

Eager to get out of there before he could, I climbed inside my car, completely ignoring Camilo’s laughter as I got behind the wheel.

Turning on the engine, I didn’t bother checking the mirrors as the parking lot was empty and hit the gas. Only my car was set in Reverse instead of Drive, and it jerked backward, hitting something. The loud thump, followed by a bundle of curses, left no room for mistake, and my heart stopped. Frozen, I sat with my hands clenching the steering wheel, too terrified to move a muscle. “Shit, shit, shit,” I hissed, snapping out of my shock and quickly getting out of my car.

“Fucking shit, you were serious about the killing part,” Camilo grunted from the ground as he rubbed his head.

“What were you doing behind my car?” I snapped, panicked.

“I don’t know,” he hissed, rubbing his head. “Existing?”

“Fuck!” I crouched by his side, my heart racing like crazy with fear I’d hurt him. “It was a mistake,” I muttered while running my hands over him to check he was fine. “The car was in reverse and—You’re bleeding,” I gasped after he rubbed the back of his head and his hand came back bloody.

“I’ll call 911.” I pulled out my phone and was about to dial when Camilo covered the screen with his other hand and made me stop.

“Don’t.” He slowly got back up. “It’s all good.” Wiping his blood over his shirt, he then stretched his back. “Fuck, you really struck me hard, you bastard.”