Page 46 of Hate That Blooms

She’s wearing a black dress with leggings underneath, and her hair is loose, falling around her shoulders like a halo. For a second, I almost forget why I’m here, caught in the way she looks at me, the way she stands there, the weight of her gaze pulling at something deep inside me.

But then her startled look on her face and the fire in her eyes make me remember everything.

She’s not going to get away.

“What the hell are you doing here, Quín?” Her voice is sharp, her hands on her hips, a challenge in her stance.

I grin, stepping forward, my hands in my pockets. “You’re mine. And tonight, I’m going to show you what that means.”

She looks at me, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “This is insane. You’re crazy.”

I take another step toward her, feeling her pulse spike with fear. Good. She should be scared.

“You’re coming with me,Gabriela,” I murmur, my voice a low growl. “And we’re not done until I say so.” I grab onto her arm and pull a struggling Gabriela out the door of the daycare.

“Wait! I have to lock up or I can lose my job.” She swings at me and I catch her arm before it can connect with my face.

“Keys,” I bark, holding out my hand.

Gabriela produces a set of keys from the pocket of her dress and I turn us to lock the door. Then I toss the set of keys to Thiago, who says nothing but continues to her car. I push her into the backseat and climb in after her. Nodding to Nathan, he puts the car in reverse and takes off for the college. While we drive to the college, I grab Gabriela’s phone and find the number for the respite worker in her texts. I sent one.

Hey, got caught up with some friends. Would you mind staying a bit later?

Jazmin: Heck no! Please! Have fun, Gabby... You deserve it.

Oh, my girl deserves it alright. Not sure how much fun she’s gonna have but I know I will.

Chapter30

Gabriela

“Oh, 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.

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