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How odd.
The car comes to a stop, and I look up to see Everly’s giant house sprawling before us. A giant banner hangs from a balcony overlooking the driveway. Big pink letters are sprawled across the white fabric, saying, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EVERLY!”
I cringe. It doesn’t look classy, or nice, or any other words I’d use to describe the Hendricks mansion.
Xander is out of the car before I’ve even closed the apps on my phone. When he opens my door, he pauses, placing a hand on the roof of the car.
“I want you to know that no matter what happens, we’ll be okay.” He reaches out, brushing his fingers against my cheek. “Can you trust me?”
I nod, taking in the hint of worry on his features.
With that, he steps back, and we head inside. Soft music floats through the house, coming from the backyard. We make our way through the house slowly, and I take in the rooms as we go. Some of them are practically unchanged from when we were in high school. I have to stop myself from dragging Xan into the library for a secret makeout session, just like I used to.
But I spot Brooke outside on the patio, standing next to Blaze and Felix with stiff shoulders. Blaze has his arms around a woman with red hair, and I frown.
Just as I’m about to step outside, I feel a hand on my arm.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Xander’s breath is warm against my neck, but it sends shivers down my spine.
“I- uh, outside?”
“Not until I’m finished with you.” He spins me around, placing a controlling hand on the back of my neck. “I promised to ruin you, and I’m a man of my word.”
My eyes widen even as my stomach flutters. “Here?” I whisper, looking around. We’re alone, but for how long?
With a smirk, Xander pulls me through a couple rooms before we end up in the laundry room. He closes the door quietly, but leaves it unlocked. When I reach for the doorknob, he grabs my wrist and whirls me around. My ass hits the washing machine as he holds my hands above my head.
“No matter what, you’re mine. Mine. Do you understand that?”
“Yes. God, yes, Xander.”
He kisses me, his free hand wrapping around my throat. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. As his lips move against mine, it’s like he’s giving me air to breathe while simultaneously stealing it away. He’s taking the best parts of me along with the worst, making sure every inch of me is his.
With a low groan, he pulls away. For a moment, he just stares at me. Then he hoists me onto the washer. He slides the straps of my dress off my shoulders and yanks it down, below my breasts. Without a moment’s hesitation, he sucks a nipple into his mouth while his fingers tweak the other one, and I let out a gasp.
“Mine,” he mumbles against my skin. His teeth graze against my nipple, causing me to shudder. “Only mine.”
After what feels like an eternity of his tongue teasing my nipples, he reaches underneath my dress. A finger strokes up and down my soaked panties. I let out a tortured moan, squirming.
Finally, he pulls the thin strip of fabric to the side. He finds my clit with ease, giving it soft strokes as I fall back onto my elbows.
My first orgasm hits quickly. I’ve been on edge all day, and his teasing has me ready to explode. I’m barely able to contain my cry of pleasure as bolts of lightning shoot through me.
I glance at the door, but the thought of someone hearing us is lost on me when Xander leans down. His tongue circles my overly-sensitive clit, and my body jerks in response.
“Mine,” he mutters again. His arms envelop me, pulling me closer to the edge of the washer. When his tongue flicks my clit again, it sends a shudder through me.
“Yours,” I whisper. It sets off something in him, and his strokes turn violent. I bite my lip to keep my moans quiet, but when he thrusts three fingers into me, I almost come undone again.
He curls them just right, hitting a hyper-sensitive spot, while lightly sucking on my clit.
“Fuck, Xander,” I groan. My head falls back, hitting the cabinet above the washer. He keeps going, curling his fingers and drawing circles on my clit with his tongue.
Just as I’m about to come, he pulls out. My legs are shaking, and my chest is heaving. When he undoes his shorts, yanking them down along with his boxers, I moan.
He steps forward, pausing to hold my face and kiss me.
“Is this real?” I whisper, placing my hands on his shoulders.
