shameless || the weeknd

breach

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!!!!TW: light sexual abuse!!!!!
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!!!!I do not condone or support any form of se*ual assault/r*pe. Instances described are purely for storytelling purposes!!!!

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"What're you talking about?" Sidra slurred half-heartedly, picking herself up on the bed only to have him push her back down to the mattress.

She gasped in surprise, getting up and making it a point to be defiant as she crossed her arms to look up at him. Abel narrowed his already low eyes at her, roughly uncrossing her arms for her and pinning her down against the bed. She winced at his uncalled-for roughness with her.

"You know what I'm talking bout." He said lowly and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head.

"I don't, actually." She responded, continuing her façade. He let out a scoff.

"Bullshit. I introduce you to my brother and next, y'all are whispering in each other's ear? You wouldn't do some shit like that." He slurred back. His jealousy and frustration became him as his eyes trailed down to the short dress that already started to ride up on the young agent's body.

She snorted under him. She was taken aback at his unnecessary envy, feeling his roughness exude him as he pinned her arms above her head.

"How would you know? You barely know me!" She exclaimed, trying to get in his face, but he held her down again. He narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness, grabbing her face with his hand and pulling her closer to him since that was what she wanted and her eyes widened.

"You're right. I don't know you. What I do know is that you wouldn't do that shit. What's your fucking problem?" He asked skeptically, trying to ignore her attempting to squirm away from him.

He couldn't risk her doing anything that could mess with the evidence that now resided downstairs. Her acting weird in front of La Mar not only upset him but induced his stress. She could've known something and that possibility was enough for him to act the way he did.

"Let me go!" She yelled, proving him right as her drunken state naturally made her louder.

"Give me one good reason why I should." He said through his teeth, squeezing her jaw as he spoke to her. She quieted down instantly, his roughness making her less willing to keep up her façade.

She could tell he was drunker than her, and if she wasn't drunker than she was used to, she would've never gotten in the car with him. But here they were; staring at each other wildly as he showed her the ugly side of him that he desperately tried to hide.

She gasped again as he pushed her to the bed once more, taking the straps of her dress and pulling it off instantly. Her tongue sat in her cheek, watching him lazily undress before unbuckling the straps on her heels for her.

"What? You wanna "put me in my place" just cause I was talking to your brother?" She asked and his jaw tightened at her tone. He was too drunk to notice that she was intentionally egging him on. He was obviously vulnerable and Sidra tried to take advantage of this for the sake of her investigation.

"I should, shouldn't I?" He asked back, hovering over her to display his dominance. She decided to stay quiet and completely still as he stared down at her. He never acted this way around her before so he did have a point. They barely knew each other and she finally came to terms with this as she cowered under his brooding stare.

It was because of this that she refrained from taunting him, unsure of what he could possibly do to her in his drunken state. But she wanted to assume that he wasn't that stupid to actually harm her. Especially not because she was speaking to his brother with inappropriate intentions.