Those three words are all I need to say before he reluctantly reaches into the nightstand and produces a condom. I turn my head at the sound of the foil crinkling and again, tears fill my eyes.
“You trying to punish me, love,” he questions as he hooks his hands under my thighs and bends my knees. Giving me his weight, I turn to meet his gaze and note how dark his eyes appear.
“Punish you . . . ” I repeat, narrowing my eyes in confusion.
“I’ll let you,” he continues. “You can revenge fuck me all you want, sweetheart, but it won’t change anything between us.”
“This isn’t a revenge fuck. It’s goodbye.”
I wait a beat for his words but all he gives me is his cock, roughly pushing his entire length in one thrust. A gasp expels from my lips as I hug my legs to my chest as my pussy stretches to accommodate him.
Leaning forward, he takes my head in his hands, the lower half of his body remaining perfectly still.
“Never that,” he growls.
Desperate for him to move inside me, I arch my back, pushing my pelvic bone against his.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?”
Let me go.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
And that he does.
He fucks my body.
My mind.
And lastly, he fucks my heart.
CHAPTER 4
JOAQUIN
After flushing the condom, I make my way back to the bedroom and stop in my tracks when I spot Pilar fully dressed in one of the few spare outfits she keeps in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Yesterday, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but watching her remove the few articles of clothing from the drawer, I realize that’s all I’ve given her.
Here I am, living alone in this huge fucking penthouse and all I’ve given her is a fucking drawer. I don’t even let her keep a toothbrush here.
Nothing.
“Pilar,” I call, my fingers tightening on the door jamb over my head as I stare at her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Baby, let’s talk.”
Pausing, she lifts her eyes to mine.
“Why, so you can say you’re sorry, again? You’ve said it in English and Spanish, what language are you going to use this time?”
I part my lips to reply, but quickly smack them together when I realize she’s right. Another useless apology dies on my tongue as my hands fall from the door jamb and I start for her. She takesa step back and I sigh, dropping my ass onto the foot of the bed. Hanging my head, I try to figure out how to begin.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I say softly.
“I’m tired of adhering to what you want, Joaquin. What about me and what I want?”
