He laughs, but the sound is hollow. “You think so? Because I have a feeling that right now, little Abigail, your body wants nothing more than my hands on it and my cock in it. What do you say about that?”
“I’d say that you’re wrong.” The words hang in the air between us, and even though it’s so dark that I can’t see his face, I know that he can tell I’m lying. Any idiot could tell.
“You don’t have to like me, Abigail. I know that you don’t, but you’re going to love what I do to you. How about just a kiss for starters?”
Just a kiss would be getting off easy with him, and we both know it. If I kiss him, then there is a very real chance that it keeps going and that I can’t stop it. I don’t know that it’s a good idea, but I don’t know how else to get out of this.
A kiss for my virginity?
All I’ve done since I came here was gamble.
After a moment, I nod. “One kiss,” I say, trying to keep my voice sounding firm.
He chuckles and runs his hands up my side, taking him to graze my nipple in the process. “One kiss,” he promises. “But I guarantee you that you’re going to be begging me for more, you understand?”
I promise myself that I won’t. Closing my eyes, even though I can’t see anything anyway, I try to disappear deep into my mind where he can’t follow me. He can have my body, sure, but there’s no way that I’m ever going to let Quinn into my mind.
His breath is warm and he leans forward, his hands now tangled in my hair on the sides of my head. He’s holding me steady, making sure that I won’t get away, but I’m not sure that I could even if I tried. Even if he stepped back right now and let me walk away I don’t think that I could make my feet move. I’m stuck here, and the only thing that will let me go is a kiss from Quinn.
Sounds like a fucking nightmare of a fairy tale.
“I bet you taste amazing.” He doesn’t give me time to respond before his lips find mine. I expected the kiss to be hard and painful, desperate as he tried to hurt me, but it wasn’t like that at all. It’s more tender than I ever would have though, his tongue sliding expertly between my lips, tasting and probing me.
I can’t help the soft sigh that slips from between my lips. Quinn hears it, though, and it spurs him on. He growls a little, a throaty sound that makes the hair on my arms and the back of my head stand up. Instead of gently holding the sides of my head now, he slips his hand around the back of my neck, squeezing so tight that I gasp.
All gentleness is cast aside. Quinn bites my lower lip, pulling it out until I cry and taste blood, then kisses me again, lapping at the small tear in my skin. I can’t help but reach up and dig my nails into his chest. He’s all muscle, sculpted from stone, and I grab his arms before sliding my hands down to his waist.
I want to take in all of him.
The throbbing in my center has gotten more insistent. Before we kissed, he shoved his leg between mine, opening them up, and I rub forward, grinding myself on him. There’s an instant shooting of pleasure that reaches up from between my legs to my entire body, and I lean my head back, completely giving myself over to the feeling.
In response, Quinn grabs my ass and lifts me, pinning me against the wall as I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his bulge against me, hard and huge, and I grind against it, wanting that same shock of pleasure from before.
He doesn’t stop kissing me. Nipping my neck, he works his way to my ear. The sensation of his teeth and lips on my skin makes it hard for me to concentrate. I’m breathing hard, my hands now wrapped in his hair, sucking in every breath and grinding against him.
He doesn’t stop me. Instead, he grabs my hip, helping me find my rhythm while he goes back to kissing me. The energy in my body is rising higher and higher. I can feel myself getting heady and light.
So this is what everyone is always talking about.
A slight gasp escapes my parted lips and Quinn stops kissing me, grabbing me instead by the neck and squeezing. Immediately, my eyes fly open and I panic, but he has his hand on my hip, guiding me against him.
I can’t stop now. He won’t let me.
“Quinn!” I’m only getting snatches of air right now and my voice is quiet, but he has to hear me. It’s silent in the art room except for his breathing.
“Come for me, Abigail,” he says, kissing me harder than before, now taking me for his own. His hand is digging into my hip but he doesn’t stop pulling me to him.
My body betrays me.
The feeling shoots through me and I collapse over the edge, shattering against him, pinned up against the wall. Crying out, I grab at his hand on my neck, trying to rip it away from my skin, but he doesn’t let go.
I can imagine how dark his eyes are right now as they bore into me.
I shudder and then drop my head down, unable to move. Gently, almost too slow, Quinn slides me down his leg and I drop to the floor. I’m panting, and I look up, trying to see him in the dark.
He drops down next to me and leans over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I have no idea how he can see me in the dark, but he seems to know exactly where I am at all times. He’s
