Page 63 of Unexpected Prejudice

I pushed inside him in a ruthless rhythm and fucked him at a brutal pace. My heart beat fast behind my rib cage, and my mind went blank as I was immersed so deeply in his pain. All I could think about was the animalistic urge that burned into my core. I needed to make him mine. I needed to own him, and the only way to do it was to fuck the sense out of his body.

His back arched against me as he was screaming for me to go stronger, harder, faster. Fulfilling his cries, I fucked him harder, and that’s how we continued to go—the harder he cried, the stronger I fucked.

It was brutal to the point I felt like an animal in heat. It didn’t even occur to me to touch him. I was on a hunt, and my sole prey was my release.

I could already feel my climax building up in the bottom of my spine, and I was ready to shoot my load inside him. If only there weren’t a condom to prevent me from filling his ass with my cum.

I squeezed my eyes and pressed my mouth to his neck, once again biting the same spot from before as my release hit me. My cock throbbed inside the condom as his tight, horny ass milked me until the last drop.

Once I was done, the adrenaline that flooded me just a moment ago crashed, and it felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice on my head. As soon as I pulled my spent cock out of his ass, Shay-Lee’s drained body gave up, and I managed to catch him right before he collapsed on the dirty ground.

Holding his exhausted body in my arms washed me with shame and regret over what I’d just done to him. Sure, he asked me to be rough on him, but I should have refused. I allowed my pleasure to blind me so much that we ended up in this position, with him being passed out in my arms because of sex.

I wanted to please him, but at what length?

“Hey, are you okay?” Shay-Lee asked as he reached across the table and rubbed my cheek with the back of his finger.

After he passed out, I carried him to the Benz and drove us home. Shay-Lee woke up an hour into the ride and asked me to stop at the first diner we saw. We were sitting in a booth by the far end of the restaurant with two mugs of black coffee and a pile of untouched pancakes. Still shaken by what I’d done to him, eating was out of the question.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled and pushed the plate of pancakes away.

“Why do you keep apologizing? I was the one who asked you to fuck me like that. You were amazing, by the way.”

It was the truth. He had asked me to fuck him without any preparation and to go as rough as I could, and I did. That’s why I apologized. Instead of saying no, I fucked him until he bled. Literally bled. I knew he did because I cleaned him after.

“Why?” I finally raised my head to face him. “Why did you want me to…” I trailed off as an old waitress passed our table and waited until she left. “Why did you want me to fuck you like that? Why did you want me to hurt you?”

I wasn’t dumb. I knew some people got off from pain and shit, but this wasn’t the case. It was a different type of pain. The purpose of what he did wasn’t sexual pleasure. I knew that because he didn’t come. Fuck that. He hadn’t even been hard.

He needed to feel pain, and I was disgusted with myself for helping him achieve it.

While enjoying it.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said, not meeting my eyes.

“Try me.”

“It helps me forget, okay?”

That saying again. It helped him forget.

“Forget what?”

“Jordy.”

“No, I want to know.” I rubbed my temples. “Please, I need to know.”

His jaw clenched, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before he grunted. “It helps me to forget the other parts that hurt me.” He looked down at his mug and nodded before finally lifting his head and meeting my gaze. His angelic eyes shone sorrowfully before his lips curved into a sad smile. “Is that a good enough answer for you?”

Not even close. If anything, it left me with even more questions.

“Now it’s my turn to ask something,” he said, his eyes moving from me to the window.

There was still about an hour before dawn, and since the diner was in the middle of nowhere, there was nothing else but darkness beyond that glass.

“Yeah?” I asked as I watched the way his face reflected in the window.

“How did you feel when your whole world was stolen from you?”