Page 92 of Sadistic

My legs shake, threatening to give out as I ride the intense orgasm.

"Beautiful," he murmurs. "I can hear how hard you came. Such a perfect little wolf. Clean yourself up and go enjoy your party. Think of me every time you feel how wet you still are."

"Tomorrow?" I manage, still catching my breath.

"Your flight lands at three. I'll be waiting. And Revna? Don't bother wearing panties."

He hangs up, leaving me disheveled and satisfied in a Vegas bathroom.

I clean up with shaking hands, check my appearance, and rejoin the party.

"You okay?" Dalla asks, eyeing me suspiciously. "You were gone a while."

"Just needed a moment," I say, accepting a fresh drink.

"Your face is all flushed," my mom observes. "And your eyes are glassy."

"It's warm in here."

Rhiannon gives me a knowing look but doesn't comment.

Instead, she raises her glass. "Another toast! To the bride, who's marrying my brother and making him less of a controlling bastard!"

"I don't think that's possible," I say, still feeling the aftershocks.

"Probably not," she agrees cheerfully. "But at least he'll be a happy controlling bastard!"

We drink and laugh and share stories until the early morning hours.

My mother and Charm sing an off-key duet that has us all in tears from laughter or emotion, hard to tell.

Greer shares embarrassing stories about Doran as a child. "He once tried to pay a girl to be his girlfriend in third grade."

"I love you all," I announce, definitely drunk off my ass. "Even you, Rhiannon, you crazy Irish woman."

"Love you too, future sister," she slurs back. "Even if you are marrying my insane brother."

"He's not insane," I defend. "He's... intense."

"Intensely insane," Dalla offers.

"Intensely hot," Elfe corrects.

"Both," Greer concludes. "Just like his father."

We end up in a pile on the massive couch, watching the sun rise over Vegas.

My bachelorette party, surrounded by women who've become my family in ways I never expected.

"Thank you," I tell them. "For this. For everything."

"Don't get sappy on us now," Charm says, but she's wiping her eyes.

"Too late," my mom sniffles. "My baby's getting married."

"To the scariest man in Florida," Elfe adds helpfully.

"The scariest man who's completely obsessed with her," Everly corrects. "That's the important part."

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