No matter where we are or how the interaction started, he always seems to come out on top. It’s maddening.
“You ruined my painting!” I spit the words at him, yanking back on my arms at the same time, but I can’t get free.
He chuckles and rolls his eyes at his friends, who are still standing and watching us. Rather than looking interested, though, they both suddenly look bored, like they’ve seen this before. The glee has slipped from their faces and they look like they know how it’s going to play out. It pisses me off.
“I also made you come for the first time in your pathetic little virgin life, am I right?” He leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead before continuing. They feel hot and my skin burns when he steps back to look at me. “Is this how you plan on thanking any guy who helps you out in a pinch like that?”
“Fuck. You.” I can’t believe that he’d just talk about that so calmly, like he didn’t care if everyone knew what had happened between the two of us, but when I look at his friends, I can tell that he’d already told them.
And that they didn’t care.
My face flames and I stop fighting him. He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist so that I’m pressed up against his body.
“Little Abigail,” his whispers, his mouth close enough to my ear to make me shiver, “I don’t think that you understand quite yet what’s going to happen. You’re never going to last here, and even if you do, the internship is mine. Can’t you see that I’m just protecting something that I deserve? I can’t have a little no-talent virgin like you come in and try to take it from me, now can I?”
“I know about you and Mr. Stanfield.” I have to turn my head so that I’m whispering in his ear. I want to bring Quinn down, but on my own terms. I have no idea if his friends know about the deal with his family or not, but telling them isn’t on my to-do list right now. “I know that he’s afraid of what will happen when people find out that I’m a better artist than you.”
I swear, I feel the blood drain from Quinn’s face. When he leans back to look at me, he’s paler than I’ve ever seen before. He looks…ill. It gives me a sick jolt of pleasure to think that I’ve done that to him.
That I’m the reason he looks afraid.
That I actually have the chance to take the one thing from him that he loves so much.
I could ruin Quinn, and I see that written all over his face.
It’s glorious, honestly.
“What the fuck did you do?” He’s not smiling now, not even the twisted little smirk that he gets when he’s going to play with me. There’s no humor in his eyes, and his hands dig into my hips to hold me in place.
The last time he dug his fingers into my hip and held me in place…
I can’t think about that right now.
But just his touch does something to me and I feel the familiar warmth between my legs that I get when I’m around him. Now that I know what he can do to my body, my body seems to have a mind of its own. It wants Quinn, but there’s no way in hell that that’s going to happen again.
I promise myself.
“I didn’t do anything.” Even though I try to pull back a bit, I can’t. He’s holding me too tightly and there’s no wiggle room for me to get away. “It’s not my fault that you two talk so loudly that anyone walking by could hear you.”
“You fucking bitch,” he breathes, staring into my eyes. “You were hiding and listening, weren’t you? You wanted to hear what he was telling me about my painting and you just couldn’t help yourself!”
I shake my head so hard that my hair whips around my face in a halo. “That’s not it,” I tell him, but he keeps talking, raising his voice to drown me out.
“I should have known that you would be a sneaky little cunt.” Suddenly, his voice drops to almost a whisper, and I find myself leaning in to hear what else he is going to say. “A sneaky little cunt deserves to get fucked, you know that?”
Now I grow pale and I shake my head again, this time keeping my eyes locked on him. The night isn’t very cool, but a shiver runs through my body, extinguishing the longing that I was feeling for him a moment ago.
“No,” I tell him, tyring to make him listen. “No, you don’t want to do this, Quinn. Don’t do this, please, don’t do this.”
“And why not, Abigail? If I remember correctly, you were the one rubbing your little cunt all over me a bit ago. Looks like you just couldn’t get enough of what I had to offer, am I right?”
I try to step back, but his holds me tight.
This was a mistake.
Coming out here to talk to him in front of his friends in the abandoned quad was easily one of the stupidest things I’ve done in a while, and now I don’t know how to get out of it. Frantically, I look up for Carter and Trae, but they’ve both disappeared. Quinn and I are alone and there’s nobody here to help me. I brought this on myself.
“Please let me go.” I don’t want to beg, but he thinks that he’s a god. Maybe if I appeal to that side of him he’ll show mercy.
“You want mercy?” The way he reads my mind again makes the hair on my arms stand up. “You want me to forgive you, little cunt? Well, I’m sorry. I’m not in the mood. You came here to fuck up my life, and that’s all you’ve been
