31. Nathan
Chapter 31
Nathan
L ittle fucking bitch. What the fuck is so special about her? Joaquín hates her, but he wants her all to himself, never letting me have a taste of her. He’s such a selfish asshole.
Well, this is going to teach him a lesson.
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I drive my car to a house three houses down the street from where Gabriela parks her car. She didn’t seem to notice me following her all the way home. Snatching the clown-faced balaclava from the seat, I slip it over my head and bolt out of the car, hoping to catch her before she makes it up the steps to her house. I leave the car running for a quick getaway. Sprinting across the asphalt, I reach her car door just as she is stepping out. Now I get my turn with his precious little bitch.
I slap a gloved hand over her mouth before she can scream and pull her out of the car and drag her down to the cement. I groan in her ear as I rip her leggings and panties down and shove her dress up to her waist.
This needs to be quick and rough, hopefully to get my point across.
I’m not some stupid mother fucker you can just use to do your bidding and always keep me on the sidelines.
Pulling my cock out, I lined up with her pussy and forcefully shoved myself inside of her. The muffled sound of her scream has my eyes rolling back and fuels my fast, hard thrusts inside of her. I grunt, as I use all of my body weight to keep her pinned to the ground. I can just barely make out her muffled words.
“Quín! Stop. You’re hurting me.”
She thinks Joaquín is the one doing this. I sneer under my mask and think to myself. This may just turn out better than I expected.
I drive into her, brutally taking all my frustration out on her tight pussy. Relishing in the fact that I’m inside Joaquín’s girl. My best friend’s girl. His obsession that grew into my obsession.
Right now, she’s mine.
I let out a long, drawn-out groan as I empty inside her. Now if he goes to fuck her again tonight—it will be me he feels making her wet. The bruises on her face are from me.
Me, fucking me.
Quickly, I pull out of her and run back to my waiting car, slamming the door behind me. I speed off, leaving her a sobbing mess in the driveway.
There you go, Joaquín. Your girl is all nice and broken in now.