Page 47 of Hate That Blooms
“Who were you saving yourself for?” He growls in my ear, pulling my head up by a fistful of hair.Possessive much.“Fucking tell me!”
“You,” and I breakdown—tears stream down my face as I become hysterical. “I made up this fucked up fantasy in my head, one where you didn’t hate me. Where you actually wanted to be with me. I saved myself for you, Quín. For some fucked-up reason, I wanted to do this with you. I wanted you to be my first. But I know that was just a fantasy—this is all I get from you.So just fucking do it.”
I wanted him to be my first and only. Even after everything he’s done to me, I wanted to be his. I wanted him to love me.
“You good?” Nathan asks him. “You want me to hold her down?”
I don’t fight him off—I just lie there, my palms flat on the desk. I can feel my body trembling against his, willing him to move inside of me. Quín stays seated inside of me but doesn’t move. I steal a glance at his face, trying to search his eyes for anything.
Nathan’s movement closer to the desk snaps Joaquín back to reality. “Go sit back down. You can watch from over there.” He growls at him, and Nathan holds up his hands, palms up, and moves back to his chair. I squirm and push back into him, wincing at the pain.
He rips the balaclava off his head, leans down, and presses his lips against my temple in a tender kiss. “I-I’m,” He mumbles as he pulls back and thrusts in again. I’m dry, and the blood is only causing friction, making me whimper in pain.Say it, Joaquín. Say those two words that I so desperately need to hear.
I’m sorry.
Touch me with the love and devotion I know you have for me.
Love me.
Let the walls crumble, Quín.
Let me in and let go of all the hate.
I’m sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He lets go of my hair and grabs onto my hip, his lips still pressed to my temple. He doesn’t use any force to hold me down, and with his other hand, he slides it between me and the desk, seeking my clit. “I need you wet,Reina. I don’t want it to hurt you anymore.” His voice shakes with the words, almost as if he is in pain, too.
He called me Reina. Not Gabriela. Not puta.
Reina. His queen.
Joaquín’s fingers make contact with my clit and I flinch. “You wanted it rough so just do it, Quín. You wanted it this way. Finish what you started.” He rubs tight circles around my clit and I have to hold back the moan that wants to escape my lips. I won’t give him anything until he says he’s sorry.
Say it, just be a man and own up to it.
“I don’t want it that way anymore,” he whispers, guilt-stricken, pain clear in his voice. “I want us naked in your bed. Fuck, Gabriela.” His fingers pause their slow circles, and his gaze snaps to Thiago and Nathan. “Get the fuck out.” He shouts at them.
“The fuck, dude?” Nathan quips back, dropping the phone in the chair. “I thought you wanted us here. I was hoping for a go at her.” He stands up visibly upset at the change in plans. “You always fucking do this, Quín. This is bullshit.”
I feel Joaquín adjust the skirt of my dress to hide my bare ass from Nathan’s view. He crowds my back and holds me protectively. Thiago silently rises and gives Joaquín and me a look that says he understands. He grabs Nathan by the shoulder and leads him toward the door. Once it’s closed, Joaquín pulls out and steps back, giving me some space to turn around.
“Why’d you send them away?” I wince as I turn to face him, with tear-stained cheeks and hurt in my eyes. I take in his expression, hurt and guilt.
“Because…I…l,” he stutters, unable to find the words to say. Joaquín has lost the ability to form coherent words, and all that comes out is mumbles.
I stand before him, frozen, waiting for the words I need to hear, but he lunges forward and presses his lips against mine instead.
This kiss should have happened years ago. When we were young and didn’t have the demise of our families hanging over us. Maybe that would have made things different. Unlike his possessive kiss at the Halloween party, this is full of emotions. All of the desire, the love that has been festering between us.
At first, I couldn’t move and I didn't kiss him back. I could feel the wetness from my tears hitting his face. “Please,” he mumbles into my lips, his palms coming to rest on either side of my face, cradling me with a gentle touch. “Please, let me still have you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please give me this. Give me you,Reina. I'm so fucking sorry.”
He’s sorry, and I believe him.
“I’m yours,” I whisper into his mouth. “I’ve always been yours. Now I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
Joaquín wastes no time, closing the distance between us again. “How do you want me?” I ask tentatively, “Do you want me to bend over the desk again?”
“No,” he kisses me sweetly, letting his tongue glide over my bottom lip. “I want to be able to see your beautiful face—I want to watch you come while I’m buried deep inside you.” He lifts me, sitting me on top of the desk, pulling my shoes and leggings off. Then spreading my legs open so he can look at me. He takes his left hand and wraps it around my throat again as he slowly eases his cock back inside me.
