“Not from you. I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for you.” My feet hurt, but I push up from the ground until I’m standing, then reach down and try to pin my dress together in the front. It had seemed like such a good idea when we were getting dressed, but now I realize just how exposed I am.
Quinn stands up, towering over me. He smells faintly of lemonade, and I smile to myself, but he sees the look on my face.
“What’s so funny, little Abigail?” His voice is low and dark, and I feel something thrum deep in my core. My body is a damn traitor, and I can’t help the fact that something about him makes me want him.
“You smell like a lemonade stand.” Part of my brain is screaming for me to shut up and run, but the rest of me can’t help but push his buttons a little. He’s just so damn sexy when he’s mad, and although I should be afraid, I look up and grin at him.
He moves faster than I would have expected.
Before I know what’s happening, he has me backed against a tree. The bark cuts through my thin dress and I shift away from it, but he pins me up against it with his hips. When he grinds them a little, I feel his cock digging into my side.
Fuck. He’s huge.
And hard.
“I could collect on our bet right here, Abigail.” One hand digs into my waist, his fingers cutting into my skin. I suck in a breath at the pain, but I force myself to lift my chin and stare at him. He can’t know how terribly afraid I am right now.
And how turned on.
“No.” I can tell that I surprise both of us, because a flash of laughter crosses his face, but it’s gone just as quickly.
“No? You think that you’re in a position to barter, Abigail? Did you forget that I’m your god and you have to do whatever I tell you?” With his free hand he suddenly yanks at the front of my dress. There’s a loud rip and the fabric falls open.
I have on a lacy thong, but that’s it. My nipples harden instantly in the cool air, and he glances down before licking his lips and looking back at me. Before I can try to stop him, he reaches up, swiping his thumb across my nipple.
Lightning shoots through me and I moan. The sound rolling out of me surprises us both. Instead of stopping, however, Quinn grabs my breast and squeezes it before bending his head and sucking my nipple.
I cry out, bucking to get away from him, but he’s huge and strong and I can’t move him. He could take me here, against the tree, in the middle of the woods, and there isn’t anything that I could do to stop him.
“Please,” I gasp out, reaching up and pushing back on his shoulders. “Please, Quinn.”
He stops, running one hand through my hair and pulling it so that my head tilts to the side. “Oh, Abigail, are you enjoying this as much as I am?”
Somehow, I manage to shake my head. “Please stop.” I told myself that I wouldn’t get on my knees for him again, but I’m damn close to begging. “Please, Quinn…don’t.” Tears burn at the corners of my eyes, but at the same time, my skin aches for his touch.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
For a split second, he looks disappointed, but he straightens his face again. “What a shame, little Abigail. I thought that you were going to beg me to keep going.”
I shake my head violently enough that he lets go of my hair, but not before he pulls out a few strands. When I cry out and grab the side of my head, he holds them up to shine in the moonlight before dropping them to the ground.
Quinn steps back, but I’m afraid to move. I’m still against the tree, shivering and almost fully exposed to him. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but some fucked up part of me hopes that he likes what he sees.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head before leaning back in. Now his face is so close to my ear that I can feel his hot breath on my skin, and it makes me shiver. A throbbing settles low between my legs and I have to focus to ignore it.
“I could take you now, Abigail.” He runs a finger up my side, skimming it over my nipple. “But I promise you, that when I do take you, you’ll beg me for it. You’re going to want me to fuck you, Abigail. You’re going to need my cock in me so badly that you’re not going to be able to think straight until you get it. Then, when you’re done begging, I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”
He turns away from me without another word and walks back up the hill to the clearing. Even from where I’m standing, I can hear students laughing and having fun and see the shadows cast by the bonfire.
Finally, I sink down to the ground. The bark is still digging into my back and the ground is cold under me, but I can’t move.
I can’t help think that, no matter how much I hate him, Quinn may be right.
And that pisses me off more than anything else.
Chapter Eight
So far, I’ve managed to hide in my room for half of Sunday, but if I want to get anything to eat then I know I’m going to have to leave my room eventually. It just seems like a much better option to stay in my room than to venture
