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“Coming!” I yell, my voice cracking.

Eli’s hand slides to my throat, not tight but enough to make his point. His eyes glint with something dark, dangerous, as he presses a finger to his lips.

“Quiet, princess,” he whispers, leaning in close.

I nod, swallowing hard.

Dad’s footsteps retreat, and I let out a shaky breath. “You need to get out of here,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

But Eli doesn’t move. Instead, his hand dips lower, his thumb slipping beneath the lace. My knees buckle, but his arm wraps around me, holding me upright.

“Tell me something,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Have you come before?”

“Yes,” I blurt out, heat flushing my face.

“Liar.”

His fingers replace his thumb, rough and deliberate. Then he enters me as my body burns for his touch. The movement makes me bite my lip to keep from crying out. His fingers stretch me deliciously as he continues his way in. Then something from the inside happens, and I buckle, moaning his name.

He watches me in awe as I start nodding.

Oh, fuck.

God, I think I might come. My head falls against his shoulder as his fingers move faster. The sensation feels stronger, and I’m barely being held together. The ecstasy rips through me, and he kisses my moans. I fall into deep pleasure, one that I’ve never experienced before. And under the hand of Eli makes it that much sweeter. He’s not judging me. He loves watching me.

“Eli,” I whimper, my voice barely a whisper.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice soft, taunting. “Falling apart already.”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, as his fingers curl, hitting a deeper spot that makes my vision blur. The sounds I’m making are muffled against his lips, and when I orgasm, my body trembles. I collapse in his arms as he pulls his hand away.

I sag against the door now, trying to catch my breath, but he’s not done.

Eli brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a smirk.

“Sweet,” he murmurs.

My face burns as I scramble to pull myself together, but before I can, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, ripping them off in one swift motion.

“Eli!” I hiss, grabbing for them, but he holds them out of reach.

“Souvenir,” he says, tucking them into his pocket.

“Eli—”

But he’s already walking towards the door. Then he is gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

I stand there for a long moment, staring at the empty space he left behind.

“What the fuck,” I whisper, reaching for a new pair of underwear. My pussy is throbbing between my legs. I could easily do that again and again.

I grab a dress from my closet and throw it on. My hands shake as I smooth the fabric down, trying to look normal, like nothing happened.

When I finally head downstairs, the smell of pizza hits me first. Dad and Eli are sitting at the table, laughing about something.

“There you are,” Dad says, motioning me over. “Grab a plate. The Supreme’s still hot.”

I glance at Eli, who’s leaning back in his chair like he didn’t just ruin my entire existence five minutes ago. I definitely never did orgasm like that before.