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I toss my bag onto the chair in the corner, the contents spilling out haphazardly. The now-empty Diet Coke can lands on top of the trash as I shove it in with more force than necessary.

What kind of bullshit is this? Did Eli seriously think one can of soda was going to make me forget everything? Like a bribe or some stupid peace offering could undo what he did.

“What an actual asshole,” I mutter, walking to the fridge and yanking the door open. The cold air hits my face as I grab a bottle of water.

I take a long sip, trying to cool the fire burning in my chest. But the image of that damn Diet Coke can keeps tugging at me.

I find myself walking back toward the trash. My hand hesitates before I pluck the can out. I stare at it for a second before sighing and shoving it into my bag.

“Pathetic,” I mutter.

The front door swings open, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Sienna?” Dad’s voice booms as he steps into the kitchen.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

He frowns, his eyes narrowing. “Why are you so jumpy?”

I shake my head, forcing a laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting you home this early.”

He tosses his keys on the counter and leans against it, folding his arms. “Big game tomorrow. I like to rest before a big one. You good?”

“Yeah,” I lie.

“You sure?” He reaches out and takes my hand, his brows pulling together in concern.

I stare at him, wondering for a horrifying moment what he’d do if he knew the truth. If he knew that two of his star players — his pride and joy — had come on my face after chasing me down like prey. Would he be as mortified as I am? As disgusted?

The thought alone makes me want to throw up.

“Yeah,” I say quickly, pulling my hand back. “I think I’m about to get my period or something. Just feeling a little off.”

He nods, his expression softening. “Alright. Rest. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble, heading for my room.

I shut the door behind me and lean against it, my heart hammering.

My reflection in the mirror catches my eye, and I walk toward it slowly.

I picture myself on that floor, with Caleb and Eli standing over me. I imagine their faces, the smugness, the way they both seemed so turned on while I felt humiliated and small.

My memory recalls the way come flew out of Eli’s dick all over my face and then Caleb’s. I was so humiliated, yet it was so hot. My insides twist into a deep throb. I’ve never seen so much come, let alone two dicks in front of me. And they were both turned on by me?

“Pathetic,” I whisper again, this time letting the word sting.

I turn away, stripping off my clothes and heading into the bathroom. The hot water scalds my skin, but I let it, scrubbing until I feel clean, or at least until I stop imagining them.

I pull on a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose hoodie before climbing into bed. The empty Diet Coke can sits on my nightstand, taunting me.

I should throw it back in the trash, but instead, I check the window to make sure it’s unlocked.

The house is quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on my wall. Hours pass by as I toss and turn.

And then I hear the soft scrape of the window being pushed open.

I sit up, my heart racing as Eli climbs through, his dark hair tousled from the wind. He’s wearing gray joggers and a black long-sleeve shirt that clings to his frame.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper sharply, not so surprised this time.

He looks at me, his expression calm. “I’m just here to sleep.”

“Eli—”

“I’m not here to argue, princess.” He slides into bed beside me, his body radiating warmth.

I should shove him off. I should scream at him to leave. But I don’t.

When his arm wraps around me, pulling me against him, I don’t resist. The weight of him feels solid, grounding in a way I hate to admit.

I stare at the ceiling while his breathing evens out.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I fall asleep in the arms of the one person I know I should hate.

The dream feels too real, the kind of vivid that makes my skin crawl.

I’m in the library with its dim lighting and the faint smell of old books. Except I’m on the floor again, my knees pressed against the cold tiles. My heart races as I look up, and there they are.

Caleb’s wearing a red mask, the color of danger, of humiliation. Eli stands next to him in a black mask, his gray eyes piercing through the slits. They’re both smirking, their bodies towering over me like I’m prey.

“Look at her,” Caleb drawls, his voice mocking. “Our little puck bunny.”

Eli steps closer, crouching in front of me. “You liked it, didn’t you?” His tone is low, intimate, but it cuts like a blade.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I didn’t—”

“Liar,” Eli interrupts, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.

Caleb laughs. “She loved every second of it.”

I can feel their eyes on me, burning through me, and the shame is suffocating.

I wake up with a start, my chest heaving as tears streak down my cheeks. The room is dark, but the weight of the dream lingers, heavy and oppressive.

A warm arm tightens around me, pulling me closer.

“I’m sorry,” Eli whispers, his voice rough with sleep.

I don’t say anything, just let myself cry softly into the pillow.

“You should talk to me,” he says, his lips brushing against my temple.

I turn my head slightly, my voice shaky. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Bullshit,” he says, his tone gentle but firm.

I stiffen, ready to argue, but he doesn’t stop.

“You’re letting it chip away at your self-esteem,” he continues. “And I’m sorry for how it happened. I am. But I can’t bring myself to be sorry for… for what you did. For how good you were at sucking me off.”

My breath catches, and I pull back just enough to look at him. His gray eyes are dark, intense, and there’s no mockery in them.

“Eli…”

He leans in, his lips brushing against my cheek. “I just wish you could see it the way I do. The way I’d give anything to have you on your knees for me again.”

I freeze, my heart pounding.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

Before I can respond, he shifts, dragging me to the edge of the bed. His hands are firm but not rough as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, sliding them down.

“Eli,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

“Watch me,” he says, his eyes locking onto mine. “Just watch.”

I can’t look away as he dips his head, his breath warm against my skin. The first touch of his tongue has my head falling back, my breathing shallow and erratic.

“Fuck,” he groans against me, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place.

His tongue licks and sucks and enters me. I can’t stay put because the pleasure is gnawing at me, causing lightning bolts of spasms throughout my body. I can’t help but to keep jolting.

“Relax, Sienna,” he whispers. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.”

When I glance down, his mouth devours me as his eyes connect with mine. The view turns me on, and my body comes alive knowing how much he’s worshipping me. He’s holding my ass, squeezing it, keeping me in place as he works his mouth’s magic.

He fingers me, inserting far enough to make me moan.

“Quiet, baby,” he says as my hips buck against his fingers.

“What are you–” I moan and then I’m howling, pleasure making me cry out. “Eli. Holy fuck!”

His lips find my clit and now the sensation is building stronger than ever before. It’s overwhelming and consuming.

“Come for me, Sienna,” he says, muffled against my pussy.

Then I let go, my vision going hazy as a thousand stars explode with the best orgasm ever.

Then he’s jerking off over me, his come spilling on my stomach. His lips are glistening, and his eyes are shining.

“Wait,” I say confused. “Why did you come?”

He tucks himself back into his pants. “Because that was hot as fuck.”

“But you… we didn’t… right?”

He chuckles. “No, you’re still a virgin, Sie.” He leans forward, his mouth hovering over mine. “I came because that was so fucking hot.”

I try to hide my smile and the blush blooming up my cheeks.

“Now you know,” he whispers. “You know how good it feels. Don’t let that night scare you, ruin you. I just…” He leans closer.

But before he can kiss me, a knock at the door startles us both.

“Sienna?” Dad’s voice calls out, muffled but close.

My eyes widen in panic, and I scramble to cover myself with the blanket. Eli slides under the bed in one fluid motion, disappearing just as the door creaks open.

Dad steps in, his brow furrowed with concern. “Just wanted to check on you before I head out.”

“I’m fine,” I say quickly, my voice tight.

He studies me for a moment before stepping closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “If you’re up for it, you should come watch the team. It’d be good to have you there.”

I nod, forcing a smile. “Maybe.”

“Alright.” He pauses at the door. “I’m so happy you’re home, Sienna.”

I grin. “Me, too, dad.”

He smiles back. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay.”

He leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

The second he’s gone, Eli crawls out from under the bed, his hair slightly disheveled.

“That was close,” he mutters, a grin tugging at his lips.

I glare at him, still clutching the blanket. “Yeah, you should probably go.” But as I say it, I wish he would stay.

He crouches beside the bed, his hand cupping my cheek. “Think about what I said, Sienna, okay?”

I don’t respond, but I don’t pull away either.

“I’ll get on my knees for you, over and over again, until you see how fucking hot it is,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my skin.

I inhale, nodding. A new understanding takes over.

And then, he’s gone, slipping out the window as quietly as he came.

I sit there, staring at the empty space he left behind, my body still buzzing and my mind spinning.