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He gazes at me, as if he is attempting to decipher my desires. He has always possessed a talent for understanding what my body wants. I close my eyes, eagerly anticipating his touch, yet at the same time wishing I didn’t yearn for it so intensely. As if he can delve into my deepest thoughts, a wave of longing rushes through me when his thumb brushes against the edge of my underwear.

“Xander,” I whisper.

Opening my eyes, I’m captivated by the intensity of his lustful stare. In that instant, I can feel his longing, his deep desire, yearning for me. It has been such a long time since I’ve shared an intimate moment with a man, ever since he walked away from my life. The sensation of being touched in thismanner, by him, has become a distant memory, one I’ve almost forgotten.

Feeling his thumb circling my clit brings a delightful sensation, carrying me to a new level of pleasure. I can’t help but moan as I bite down on my bottom lip, surrendering to the irresistible pleasure he gives me. Despite knowing I should stop, an unexplainable desire consumes me. I long for him. I ache for the release.

I let out a small whimper as he gently pulls aside my panties and slides a finger inside me, followed by another. His fingers move in a rhythmic motion, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As he lifts my shirt, he tenderly places a soft kiss on my stomach, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down my spine. The warmth of his breath against my skin drives me wild. The sensation of his fingers surpasses any pleasure a sex toy could ever provide. My thoughts become scattered, consumed by the overwhelming sensations building within me. Just as I feel myself reaching the edge, a desperate moan escapes me when Xander removes his hand.

As I glance down, I can't help but notice that cocky grin on his face, which only adds to my annoyance. He laughs and pulls me onto his lap, bringing us closer so that I’m straddling him.

“If you want it, Princess,” he whispers. As he leans forward, he presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the pleasure of his sensual touch. “Then take it. Let go on my cock, just like you used to.”

As his hands find the back of my neck, I can sense his desire for control, his need to keep me exactly where he wants me. With force, his lips collide with mine. The intensity of his kiss matches his dominant nature. A deep groan escapes his chest as he hungrily explores my mouth with his tongue, his grip on my hips tightening as he moves me against him. “I know what youwant, Princess, because I fucking want it too. Now ride me. Bring out that wild side of yours again.”

His words cause me to arch my back slightly, overwhelmed with excitement. A surge of heat rushes through me, causing my nipples to harden. Slipping my hands into the waistband of his sweatpants, I free his hard cock. He moans as I tease him with gentle strokes, feeling the heat build between us, before sliding my panties to the side. His intense gaze locks onto me as I lower myself onto his shaft, feeling every inch of him stretching me.

“Fuck,” he says, skimming his nose along the column of my throat. “You feel so fucking good. So much better than I fucking remember.”

As I move my hips, a sensation of tightness spreads through my body from his touch. I am fully captivated by the sexy sounds that escape his lips as I keep moving. The pleasure intensifies, causing my body to coil even more tightly with each passing moment.

With a deep, sensual growl, Xander firmly winds my ponytail around his fist, using it to steady me, ensuring our gazes remain locked.

I pick up the pace, targeting that specific spot that ignites a blazing fire within my body. Each downward thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, until finally, my orgasm consumes me and I’m crying out his name in sheer ecstasy.

With a forceful grunt, he grips my ass, hoisting me up and pinning me against the wall, asserting his dominance. I spread my legs wider, eagerly aiming to fulfill his cravings. Bliss alters his expression, and a deep, throaty sound escapes him. He’s teetering on the brink.

“I’m on birth control,” I hastily add, not wanting to lose the intimate connection we share.

His lips collide with mine in a powerful, all-encompassing kiss. I swallow down his primal moan as he thrusts into meone last time. I bite down on his lip as he finishes inside me. Breathless, with his hands still gripping my ass, he rests his head on the curve of my neck. Slowly, he moves in and out of me, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm. The feeling of his warm breath on my neck offers comfort and security, a constant reminder of his presence.

After a few seconds, he lifts his head and gives me a mischievous grin. It’s then that I spot the outline of the drawing on the side of his face, reminding me of the reason we came in here. The mere thought of everyone hearing what we’ve just done makes me cringe.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, taking in a sudden, sharp breath. “What have I done?”

As his brows furrow, the tendons in his neck strain as he swallows. “Don’t fucking freak out now, Princess.”

“Put me down,” I say.

All the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this come rushing back. All the restraint I had to get him out of my system. What the fuck have I done? And what if Reg is out there and heard everything we just did? But above all, how could I have been so foolish to fall for his charms all over again?

Chapter fifty-three

Xander

For the next three days, Poppy consistently ignores me. Most of the time, she remains in her hotel room, only coming out occasionally when Reg insists she joins us for the day. I know she regrets fucking me. But I have no regrets whatsoever. I relive it every night with my fist around my cock. Girls can scream at me on stage and tell me all the dirty things they want me to do to them, but it’s that morning on the bus in the bathroom with Poppy and how she got herself off on my cock that gets me hard. Not some superficial groupie who only wants to be with me for the sake of bragging to their friends that they fucked a rockstar. They couldn’t care less about me. They don’t give a shit aboutthe person behind the mask. They have no idea of what scars I’ve endured in the process to get where I am today. No, they only see Xander Williams, the frontman of Broken Oasis. Beyond that, they don’t give two fucks about me.

Poppy is the only person who has ever taken the time to truly understand me. It’s fucking weird that even after all this time, she still gets me. And she accepts everything ugly in my soul, all those dark demons that haunt me. She was the only one who believed in my talent, even when others couldn’t give a fuck if I lived or died in the curb. She was the only one who cared if I had something to eat, who could read my mood, and understand that the demons within me never truly disappear. And still today, having all the money and fame, that sense of worthlessness lingers. In my mind, I will always see myself as the useless piece of shit my father told me I am.

Now, the person who holds the utmost significance in my life is intentionally avoiding me, and it is incredibly painful. But one thing Poppy can't deny is the strong connection between us.

I haven’t seen her since Thursday, which was three days ago when I saw her at an event that Reg said she had to attend. But already, I miss her and crave her presence. Thank fuck that tonight, after the show, we will all be back on the bus together. There’s no way to avoid me there. I really need to talk to her and make things right. I need to explain why I walked away and clear up our past. I need to make amends and rectify this situation.

The thunderous roar of the crowd echoes in my ears as I prepare for the last song of the night.

This is what I live for – being on this stage, living my dream, and savoring the exhilarating sensation of truly being alive. It’s about being someone, feeling the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. This is the essence of our band’s existence, the four of us bound together. Through sheer determination and hard work, we overcame countless obstacles. However,something feels off tonight. Throughout the entire evening, my gaze has repeatedly drifted toward the side of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of Poppy standing there. Each time, a pang of disappointment engulfs me as she remains absent.

As Nate lays down the soft beat of his drums, I wait for Ace and Theo to join in. It’s the well-known cover that the crowd always looks forward to. Stepping up to the microphone, I pour my soul out. With each lyric, memories trickle back to that night on the curb. It feels like a lifetime ago.

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