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“Are you—” The sound of his zipper cuts me off. My face heats, and I spin around, rushing to my closet. “Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath, yanking open the door.

I grab a pair of underwear and a T-shirt, throwing them on as fast as I can. My hands shake as I pull on a pair of shorts, and I’m halfway through tying the drawstring when I hear his voice behind me.

“Oh, man,” Eli drawls. “I can’t believe I missed the show.”

I whip around to glare at him. “Get out.”

He leans against the doorframe, his hair damp, his smirk smug. “But I just got here, baby.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, my voice low.

“What should I call you, then?” He steps closer, his movements slow, deliberate.

I hold my ground, glaring up at him. “I’ll scream.”

He laughs, the sound low and rough, a vibration that spreads through me in a way I don’t want to think about.

“Go ahead,” he says, his voice dripping with challenge.

Before I can open my mouth, his hand brushes my thigh. His skin is damp, probably from when he washed them, and I freeze. My breath catches as his fingers trail higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Wet,” he murmurs, his eyes locking on mine.

My voice shakes. “Yeah, because I just—”

“Showered?” he cuts me off, his tone dark, knowing. I am quiet as he pushes my shorts down leaving me in my lacy pair.

His hand cups me through my panties, and I gasp, stumbling back against the closet door.

“Eli.”

“Pretty,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my clit over the lace. “Pink again.”

“Eli,” I gasp, but my voice sounds wrecked from the pleasure buzzing through me.

A knock on my bedroom door snaps me out of the haze.

“Sienna? Pizza’s here!” Dad’s voice booms through the wood, and my heart sinks.

“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.

“Thanks,” I mumble, grabbing a slice and sitting across from him.

Eli’s gray eyes flick to mine, and his smirk deepens.

“Good shower?” Eli asks, his voice low enough that only I can hear.

My face flames as I focus on my pizza, pretending not to hear him.

This is going to be a long night.