30. Gabriela
Chapter 30
Gabriela
“O h, Gabriela,” he scoffs, “bend over—let’s give the guys a little show, sister .” He pins me against the edge of the professor’s desk. After a short drive in the car, we ended up at the college campus. Quín dragged me out of the car and through a side door into a lecture hall. Nathan and Thiago sit off to the side—Nathan holds up a phone filming the whole thing.
“ Fuck. You. ” I spit, willing the words to hurt him. All I’ve wanted is him, and the only pieces he is willing to give me are the hurt, broken parts. We were doing so well after the Halloween party, then he had to go and do what he did Thanksgiving night. I had to stand up for myself and he didn’t like that. Or was it that I knew our parents got married and didn’t tell him? Whatever it was, he needs to deal with his feelings for me in a healthier way.
Quín grabs me by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to restrict my breathing. “Say that again. I fucking dare you. Go ahead, and I’ll make sure that you need a wheelchair to get to your classes after I’m done with you.”
I look into his eyes, the only part of him I can see while he wears the balaclava, and I see the hurt in those beautiful eyes of his. I want to scream at him. That all of it isn’t my fault and that I was hurt just as much, if not more, because of him. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the tears not to fall.
I want you, Quín. I never thought you would take it this far, but I still want you. Even if the only pieces of you I can have are the ones that hate me.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. Flicking it open, I flinch and my eyes go wide as he brings the blade to the collar of my dress. “Stay still—I wouldn’t want to knick this pretty skin of yours.”
I freeze, holding my breath as the blade pierces through the fabric. He quickly closes the blade back up and slips it back into his pocket, then takes both hands to the cut collar and rips just enough to see my breasts. Quín cups one of them and gives it a rough squeeze.
“Fuck,” he draws in a breath. “I’ve been dreaming about these since I first noticed them freshman year. I can’t tell you how many times I fucked my hand to pictures of you in a bikini. Then coming on them at the Halloween party was a dream.”
“Do you feel like a big man, now?” The words that leave my lips are like poison. He levels his gaze with mine. “You think hurting me is gonna make what happened go away? Our parents abandoned us, Quín. They chose each other over us. But it’s not my fucking fault.”
He growls at me then flips me over in one swift motion, pinning me against the edge of the desk with his hips. Yanking my leggings and underwear down to my ankles, I can feel him taking his cock out and lining it up with my entrance. “I fucking hate you,” leaning over my back to whisper the words in my ear. He thrust into my pussy and the tears fall down my cheeks as he roughly grabs ahold of my face, turning it to the side so I can look into his eyes. “Say you hate me too, Gabriela.”
“I-I,” unable to say it back, I lay there, stoic, as I let myself adjust to him inside of me. I can’t say it because I don’t hate him. Even in this situation, I know he is hurting and acting on his emotions. It doesn't make how he is going about this right, but I don’t hate him.
I would have let you have me, Quín. I was all yours, but you had to have it this way.
It’s unbelievably tight, and when he draws back for the first time, he finds out why. I can only imagine the bright red blood coating his dick. He draws in a breath, then leans over again to whisper in my ear again, so Thiago and Nathan don’t hear him. “You’re a virgin? How?”
“Just do it,” I say, my voice tight, so I can hold the pain back. “What does it matter now?” I sniff back tears as he slowly thrust back in. I try to think of anything but the pain that is blooming at my center.
“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.
“Go slow,” I choke out. My eyes roll back with his thrusts—he fills me so perfectly. Like I was made to take only him.
“Fuck your cunt’s so wet.” Sinful whimpers leave his lips as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. “Do you like this?” His eyes meet mine, making sure that what he’s doing is okay. “You like it when your brother fucks this pretty pussy and chokes you?”
That’s the second time he has referred to himself as my brother. It sounds so wrong, so dirty. But it makes me even wetter and I know he can feel it. Joaquín’s eyes lock on mine, waiting for a response. I bite my lip and moan, nodding. I watch his eyes roll back as he lets out a deep groan and slams into me harder this time.
“Do you still hate me, Reina ?” With one powerful thrust, he bottoms out inside of me, making it to where there was no space between us. Quín leans in and moans in my ear as he slowly pulls back, then slams into me again. The sound of our skin smacking against each other and my arousal echoes in the lecture hall.
“Uh huh,” I gasp, biting the inside of my cheek to stifle the moans that want to come out as he picks up the pace and loops his hands under my thighs. Spreading me wider, giving me all of him.
“ Fuck ,” he smashes his lips against mine, swallowing my gasps and moans. “Give it to me. Give me all that hate. Hate me while I fuck my pussy, Reina .”
His pussy.
Porque soy suya y él es mío. (Because I’m his and he is mine.)
My mind goes back to our conversation and how he needs to address his issues with me and while I believe we need to do this to ease the sexual tension between us. I still stand by him needing to work on himself and working things out with me before I even entertain the idea of allowing him a place in my heart in a permanent way. I just hope he does it. Not just for me, but for himself.
“I’m so close, baby.” Joaquín slips his hand between us, his fingers circling my clit in time with his thrusts. "God, I fucking–need–you more than I need to breathe.” He stutters through his words, sweat dripping from his brow. “Come for me, hermosa . I need to feel you.”
The pressure from his fingers is too light so I reach between us and with my hand over his, I show him exactly how I need it.
“Like that?” And the warmth spreading through me builds. I’m so close .
“Yes, God yes.” I moan.
Once he has it down, I move, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me. “Come inside me,” I moan into his ear, then throwing my head back as the feeling in my core tightens, drawing him deeper inside me.
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he pants but doesn't stop his thrusting.”You could get pregnant.”
“I’m on birth control, Joaquín.” Groaning as he whimpers, holding back so I say the one thing I know will push him over that edge. That edge we both need to fall over. “Fill your step sister's pussy with your cum. I want you to.” My own words have me coming around him—my thighs tremble as I lose myself in him.
“?Oh, mierda!” He leans into me and, with one last hard thrust, releases deep inside me. Joaquín’s body trembles with his release as he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me to his mouth. Fervent kisses consume us as we both come down from this, keeping us bound together in this cocoon of intimacy.
I hate that I’m the one that is going to have to ruin this moment of clarity for us. But it has to be done—he needs to change.
“You know you’re my first, too.” His lips lingering on mine, his whispered confession a surprise to me. I pull back and stare at him. “It’s always been you, Gabriela.”
“Joaquín,” I push him back and he slips out of me, tucking himself in his pants. He picks my underwear up from the floor and slides them up my legs. “I know you said you’re sorry, and I believe you. I really do, but I was serious when I said you need to work on you, and we need to talk like adults. Like a sit down and lay it all out kind of talk.” I hop off the desk and adjust my dress and pull up my leggings and slide into my shoes. “Please give me the keys to my car. I’m assuming that Thiago drove it here.”
“You’re just gonna leave. Like this never happened?” He looks like he’s going to start crying, his breathing picks up, his nostrils flaring like he can’t breathe. He takes my keys out of his pocket and hands them to me. “Don’t do this.”
“I want you to be the best version of yourself for me. If you can do that, then we can really be together. That is what you want, right? For us to be together?” I question, hoping my suspicions are right.
Face scrunching into a frown, “You’re mine, Reina . I’m not letting you go.”
I rest my hand on his chest, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips and pulling away before he can deepen it. “Then do this.” I remove my hand and do what needs to be done. I walk away. Stopping before walking out the door, I turn back around. “Don’t call me until you can prove to me that you've changed.”
I leave him, standing there alone. My heart breaks with every step I take toward the parking lot. Once I find my car, as the door slams shut, I let it all out.