As he roughly pulled at her shirt, making her move to remove the offending item, she knew he wasn't going to be gentle or sweet. He needed something, though she wasn't sure if he was going to punish her or himself or literally fuck whatever bad thoughts he had out of his head. Abi found that she didn't care and just wanted him to get it out of his system and fuck her until she had to bite down on something to keep from waking up Charlie.
"Always yours..." she muttered with a slight edge of lust beginning in her voice. As scared as she might have been, it wasn't really anything to actually be scared of. All he needed was her and that made her feel incredibly powerful. "Come on, old man." She goaded.