Page 9 of Hate That Blooms

I pause briefly before typing.

Las reinas también se arrodillan ante sus reyes. Vas a arrodillarte ante mi?

Nunca.

Smart girl.

Go home, Reina. If you keep taunting me, I might have to force you onto those knees of yours. You will text me when you get home.

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After Thiago drops me off at home, I head directly to the shower. I reach in, turning the water up full blast, and then strip. My phone hasn’t buzzed with a message from Gabriela, letting me know she made it safe. I’m hoping the shower can tame my annoyance. This girl is such a pain in the ass.

She called me her king, even if she didn’t realize it. I watched how she stopped that pussy Isaac, from kissing her. Even though she doesn’t know it’s me, she wants me. And I swear to God, I will be the only guy who fucks her. I know she probably isn’t a virgin. Most girls our age aren’t. But I will be the last.

Gabriela Ruíz is mine. There is no question in my mind that it will happen. I will tear her apart for what her father did to my family. Then, when she’s broken down, I’ll keep her all to myself. When I’m finished with her, I’ll be so deeply ingrained in every part of her existence that she’ll realize that no one can satisfy her like me. Every touch, every kiss, and every moment we’ll share will be etched into her memory. Only making her crave me even more.

I stand under the spray of the hot water. Stroking my cock, remembering the feeling of her ass pushing against it. The way she groaned and how sweet her skin tasted on my tongue. I wonder if she has found my little mark yet. A little parting gift for her to remember who she belongs to. Even if she doesn’t know it’s me yet.

I brace my arm against the cool tile walls and jerk off harder, feeling my knees go weak with every stroke. “Fuck,” I moan as cum pulses out onto the shower wall. I stare at the sight before me and get a really stupid idea. I slide the shower door open and grab my phone from the counter. With the phone pointed at my cock and the wall coated in cum, I take a quick picture and a video of me stroking my semi-hard dick. Opening our conversation back up, I sent the video to Gabriela with a little message.

Your king needed you tonight. Next time, all of this will be inside of you.

I sent a picture of the cum on the shower wall. Setting the phone back down, I close the shower door to finish up. As the water cascades over my body, I can’t help but think about how Gabriela’s presence consumes my every thought. It’s not just about what her father and my mother did that makes it that way. She has taken up space in my mind since the third grade, and despite noticing other girls here and there, but never enough to pursue them. Gabriela has always been it for me, I’ve saved myself for her knowing that she’s the only girl I would ever want to be inside.

The intensity of my desire for her is overwhelming, fueled by a mixture of lust and anger. The memory of seeing that bastard kiss her cheek ignites a primal instinct within me, urging me to take what’s mine. I step out of the shower, the steam enveloping my naked body. There’s still no message from Gabriela. Irritation prickles at my skin, but I remind myself to remain patient.

I dry myself off, my mind filled with thoughts of claiming Gabriela as my own. The thought of her belonging to me, body and soul, fuels a fire within me. I will make her feel pleasure like she’s never known before, erasing any memories of whoever came before me. She will only want me, and I will ensure that she never forgets who she truly belongs to.

As I get dressed, a sinister smile plays across my lips. I contemplate the mark I left on her, a subtle reminder of our connection. It’s a secret that only I know. I glance in the mirror and then head to my room. Before that, I peek into Dad’s room and find him passed out in bed, clutching my mom’s pillow.

My heart breaks for him. Still hung up on her. The love of his life.

I guess the Becerra genes run deep, because I’m so far gone for Gabriela it’s embarrassing.

My phone pings just as I close his door. I cross to my room, closing my door behind me. I read a string of messages from her.

I had to get gas in my car, but I’m home now. I don’t know why I’m even texting you. This is insane.

Oh, my god. Is that what I think it is? That won’t be inside me, I can promise you that.

You’re not my king. My king wouldn’t hide in the shadows. He would want the world to know I was his.

“Oh, is that so?” I mutter aloud, the smirk creeping across my face. My fingers fly across the screen, typing out my message. My sweet Gabriela is in for a rude awakening.

Oh, people will know you belong to someone. How’s your neck?

Fine?

Maybe you should find a mirror to double-check.

Moments pass, and I can only continue to smile. I can only imagine her current state of panic. I marked her. Now, when Isaac gets a little too close to what’s mine, he will get an eyeful of the mark I left on her perfect skin.

You son of a bitch! Is this a fucking hickey?

I don’t know. Send me a picture so I can see.

A photo of a deep purple mark in the crook of her neck appears in our message thread. Just looking at the picture makes my dick hard again.

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