“Let myself go?”
He grins, a sick smile splitting his face. In that moment, I wonder how in the world I ever saw anything attractive in him. He’s evil, that’s for sure, and the way he’s looking at me right now lets me know that he’s taking this very, very seriously.
Maybe I should have, too.
“You know what I mean.” He waves a hand at my body, allowing his eyes to slowly rake up my shape, making me shiver as he looks at me. “Girls get complacent sometimes. I don’t know what you do go stay in shape, but it’s working, so don’t go changing now. I’m not ready to collect just yet, but I don’t want to be disappointed when I do.”
“Disappointed? You’ll be lucky to ever lay a hand on me again, you asshole. I can’t believe that you think that I’d actually sleep with you!” My voice is getting loud, but I don’t care if everyone in the art class hears us. Maybe if they did they would all understand that I have no desire to give Quinn the thing that he wants.
Most guys would be mad, but he just throws back his head and laughs. “Seriously? You made a bet, Abigail, and at Trinity Prep, your word is your bond. So you’re gonna have to suck it up and get used to the idea that I’m going to come to you one day, and I’m going to take what’s mine.” I glare at him, daring him to continue.
Even though I know that I should move, I can’t seem to get my feet to respond to me. I feel rooted to the spot. My brain is screaming at me to leave, but my body aches to know what he wants to do to me.
I’ve lost my damn mine.
He leans forward. Whatever he’s going to say is apparently for my ears only. “If you’re really good and sweet, Abigail, I may let you come. Otherwise, I’m going to use that hot little body of yours. You owe me, honey, and I’m going to collect. You can either give it up willingly or I’ll just take what’s mine. Nobody ever crosses me, do you understand?”
Oh, I understand. I understand that I made a deal with a fucking psycho and that all of the students at Trinity Prep have lost their damn minds. “I do.”
He grins again. “I’m so glad that we’re finally on the same page. Now, bow to me. I’m your god, Abigail, and I can take from you whenever I want to. You want me to be benevolent, don’t you?”
“You want me to…?” There’s no way that I heard him right, but when I blink and look at him again, he merely smiles and spreads his arms out wide.
“You heard me, you little virgin. Prostrate yourself before your god. Now. Get on your knees like a good little girl and let me see the view I’m going to enjoy when you’re sucking my cock.”
Quinn sounds calm, like he’s giving directions to get to the store. Turn right at the light, go straight, and then finish me off in the middle of the class. Nervously, I glance around me, trying to see if anyone’s there to stop this. If anyone is going to suddenly burst out of a corner yelling “surprise!”
Of course, nobody’s there. My knees feel weak and I fall down to the ground. Even if I wanted to, I’m not sure that I could stay on my feet. Gasping when I fall, I can’t help but look up at him. He’s staring down at me, a wicked smile on his face. Before I can move, he reaches out and wraps his hand in my hair, jerking my head to the side.
“Holy shit, you do look good on your knees, Abigail. I had a feeling that I would like what I saw.” He lets go of my hair and lifts my chin with his finger. I’m trembling, but I feel like I’m stuck in place. I can’t move. Quinn is everything that I can see.
I can’t breathe. I’m sucking in air, but he doesn’t even seem to notice that I’m struggling. After a moment, he traces my jaw with his finger, gripping my chin and tilting my head up so that I’m looking at him. We lock eyes, my heart beating so hard and it’s difficult for me to focus.
“You can get up now, Abigail.”
As soon as he tells me this, it’s like the spell is broken. I stand up so quickly that I get a little lightheaded and I reach out for something to hold onto before I black out. The darkness on the edge of my vision will go away quickly, but I know that I need something to keep my stable.
My fingers brush his arm but he steps back, leaving me searching in the darkness for something to save me. Bending over, I grab my thighs and breathe deeply until my head clears. When I look back at him, his head is tilted a little to the side like he’s curious, but he doesn’t say a thing.
“Please go. Unless, of course, you want go let me fuck you right here by your painting.” His eyes locked on mine, he reaches down to his zipper, but I back up. “Not yet, then? Then I suggest that you leave, Abigail. I’m done with you. For now.”
Giving him a curt nod, I sidestep him and sweep out of his art space, stepping over the curtain he dropped on the floor.
Just as I suspected,
