I let them know I’d heard the message, still studying Abigail, locked on her anger. She rubbed the spot where my thumb had been. I ground my jaw. I wanted to pull her back, rub the spot out with my thumb. Fuck.
Possessive.
Too fucking possessive when I came here to ruin her.
I should take her back.
Put much-needed space between us. Get my head clear. I needed to focus on why I took this job. I had a win today. I’d separated the daddy’s girl from her only living father figure.
“Well, we have some time to kill. What should we do?”
“I have an idea,” Abigail said. “You shut up and I’ll stare at the ocean and imagine I’m anywhere but here.”
She walked to the other side of the one-room cottage, sitting on a stack of crates covered in thick, ropy fishing net, folding her arms. I leaned against the wall, one foot propped. True to her word, she stared out the window.
“You really fucked up this time, Reject. No daddy alive to love you. No grandpa to pretend to love you.”
Abs shifted at my words but said nothing.
“Is that why you’re so angry, Reject? I’ll be your daddy, if you ask nicely.”
Eyes still out the window, she said, “Fuck. You.”
I shook my head, halting my smile with my tongue. “That’s not very nice.”
The whistle of swan wings sounded. I walked to her, taking a spot next to her against the window, blocking her view. She shifted her eyes to the door, muttering, “Asshole.”
“You think that’s all I am?” I pulled one of the crates from the stack beside her. It caused the one she was on to rattle, and she fell to the floor.
I stepped on either side of her, pinning her with my legs so she couldn’t get up. “If I was only an asshole, you wouldn’t have anything to fear.”
She stared up, eyes wide and betraying her hesitation, before she shook it off with a glare. I bent down, leaning forward until I could taste her breath, placing a knuckle to her chin. She jerked but didn’t move.
“When I make you cry and scream, it’s because you’ll like what I’m doing so much…” I placed my other hand on her bare thigh, just beneath the hem of her dress, and she swallowed, throat bobbing. “You’ll beg me not to stop, Reject.”
I trailed my knuckle along her jaw, stroked behind her ear, and grasped her silky hair, tugging her ear to my lips.
“And now you have no one left to love you. No one. Not your daddy. All you have is me.” I licked her ear, tongue caressing along the shell, top to bottom, before biting the lobe. She breathed in a way that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. I tightened my grip on her hair. On her thigh. “Only me.”
At the same time she shivered, she said, “Stop.”
There was no force in her voice, but I did. I stood back up, and she tried to scramble away, but I stopped her with my shoe, digging into her thigh.
“Let me go, dog,” she spat.
Her dress had ridden up, her panties now visible.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.” I laughed, then kicked up the rest of her dress with my other foot. “Is that for me, or are you really a whore?”
I wanted to rub my thumb across the lace between her thighs. Press the fabric against her. Feel how wet she was.
I dug my heel into her thigh.
“You look like you need to be fucked, Reject.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nah…” I shook my head on a smile. “I don’t fuck rejects, but admit all you have is me, and maybe I’ll touch you.”