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“Not bad,” he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “But not as good as your sister’s.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Ashton

Atlus - You’re a Fucking Bitch, Hope You Know That Shit

Everleigh worked relentlessly, tearing her hands through her long hair to rid it of the tangles and knots that had formed. My gaze darted to her ripped thong on the ground, a smirk tugging at my lips due to the knowledge that she was forced to go commando, to feel my cum dripping out of her while she sat with my family. There was already a slight discoloration around her neck from where I’d held her in place, and I knew there would be bruises on her hips and under one thigh, too.

“Your hair still looks like shit,” I pointed out.

“Fuck you,” she snapped, glaring at me. “Yours isn’t any better.”

That was probably true. But unlike her, I didn’t give a shit. Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were still dilated. She definitely looked like she’d just been fucked nine ways from Sunday. It was a good look on her.

“Come on. We’re probably late now.” I motioned for her to walk in front of me so I could keep an eye on her. If she tried to run, I’d fuck her again. I knew she had to be sore, which would make it even more painful when I slammed into her. That thought had me wishing she would.

Everleigh blew out a breath before stomping through the trees, leaving me to trail behind her. My gaze dropped to her round hips and plump ass. She’d filled out over the years, andthatwas a good look on her, too. Why couldn’t she have gained a shit ton of weight and gotten fat? That would have been the ultimate karma.

She didn’t slow down until we reached my massive yard. She couldn’t even walk straight, and that made me grin, too. She’d be feeling me for days. It wasn’t until she started dragging her feet, that I gave her a slight push to keep her moving.

“I still don’t think me being here is a good idea,” she muttered, folding her arms across her body. “It’s just going to start unnecessary drama.”

“Then you should feel right at home,” I retorted dryly.

She glared at me over her shoulder, but didn’t say anything else. When we reached the porch, her entire body went rigid. She knew my parents didn’t like her much—not after what she did. It wasn’t like I was thrilled to see my brother, either. But if I had to suffer through it, she was suffering with me.

I took the lead and opened the door, not bothering to knock this time. The bright lights illuminated the house, the scent of stew heavy in the air. It was one of my mom’s favorite meals, one she’d made for me and Everleigh often. My stomach twisted at the reminder. At least the bitch had the decency to wear something presentable. Even if her hair did look like a mess. Mom probably wouldn’t put it together that she’d just been fucked, but everyone else would. Especially if they noticedthe bruising around her neck where my fingertips had pressed against it.

Voices sounded from within the house, along with a baby cooing. Mom texted me on short notice, saying that the dinner would be here tonight. Next week, it would be at my brother’s. As much as I wanted nothing to do with Dakota and his new family, I’d rather be there instead of here.

Everleigh’s brown eyes were filled with panic as she followed me into the house. Her gaze whipped around the entryway. Nothing had changed since the last time she’d been here, and I was fairly certain she realized that.

Once we reached the end of the foyer, Everleigh froze, refusing to move any further. It was kind of funny to see her so freaked out like this, and over something so small. I arched an eyebrow in response.

“I-I can’t,” she whispered.

I released a sigh and reached for her, lacing my fingers through hers. She tried to jerk her hand away, but I was prepared for it. I pulled her through the house and into the kitchen.

Mom was serving the food, an apron tied around her waist. There was a glow to her features that I hadn’t seen in a while, and I knew it had everything to do with this pointless ass dinner. My jaw tightened when I noticed my brother at the head of the table. His hair had grown out a bit and he had a tan going on. A pair of sunglasses rested on the top of his head despite it being dark out. Everleigh was trembling, plastering herself to my side, which was hilarious since she was just trying to get away from me moments ago. Astrid was seated next to Dakota, her dark brown hair braided in the back. She had dark circles beneath her eyes, probably from the lack of sleep she’s been getting. Funny enough, Dakota looked perfectly rested.

Dad was scrolling on his phone but glanced in our direction as if sensing us. Surprise flickered across his face when he took in Everleigh, but he wasn’t the one I worried the most about. It was Mom. It wasn’t that my father hadn’t been upset after what she’d done, he just got over it.

“It’s been a while, girl. How have you been?” Dad asked politely once he fully processed what he was seeing.

This seemed to get everyone’s attention, making Everleigh’s hand tighten around mine. A plate shattered against the floor, making me wince from the unexpected loud noise. Mom mumbled an apology before she started picking the pieces up. Dakota looked pale as shit, which I expected. Especially since he told Astrid all about her.

Everleigh shifted nervously. “Oh…um…fine. And you?”

“Exquisite.” Dad grinned. “Please. Have a seat.” He motioned to the empty chairs adjacent to him.

Reluctantly, Everleigh dropped my hand. Her legs were wobbly as she walked, and I liked to think it was because my dick had just been that good, but I had a feeling part of it was nerves. She pulled one of the wooden chairs back and dropped into it. I took the one beside her, leaning against it with my legs outstretched. The table was large enough that there was plenty of legroom.

Mom continued picking up the pieces of glass and then she got the broom to sweep up the remainder. “I thought it was just going to be family,” she murmured.

“Astrid isn’t family,” I pointed out.

Dad raised an eyebrow, lifting his whiskey glass to his lips before swallowing. “She’s married to your brother, and she had our grandchild.”

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