Page 94 of Sadistic

"Hi." I take her bag, lean down to kiss her.

She tastes like airplane coffee and bad decisions. "Good flight?"

"I threw up twice."

"Lovely."

"Your sister's fault. She made us do shots at the airport bar." She pulls off her sunglasses, revealing bloodshot eyes. "Before we got on your father’s jet."

"Sounds like Rhiannon." I guide her toward the exit, hand on her lower back. "The car's this way. And, little wolf, that jet is mine, not my father’s."

"Doran," Mum calls out, managing to look elegant even though I can tell she’s clearly hungover. "Dinner tomorrow night? All the parents?"

"We'll see," I say, focused on getting Revna alone.

We leave the others to their own rides—Mum’s driver collecting the ones too drunk to drive, Dalla somehow still functional enough to get herself and Revna's mother home.

My focus is entirely on Revna, on the way she leans into me slightly, seeking support she'd never ask for verbally.

The parking garage is dimly lit, my Aston Martin waiting in a corner spot away from other vehicles.

Always thinking ahead, always preparing for possibilities.

The concrete pillars create shadows, giving us privacy I intend to use.

"Thank you for picking me up," she says as I open her door.

"Where else would I be?"

She slides in, dress riding up her thighs.

No panties, just like I told her.

Good girl.

I round the car, get in, and start the engine.

But before I can put it in drive, her hand lands on my thigh.

"Wait," she says softly.

I turn to look at her—really look.

Hair messed from travel, makeup mostly gone, wearing yesterday's clothes.

She's never been more beautiful.

"What?" she asks, self-conscious.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"About how much I missed you."

"It was one night."

"One night too many." I reach over, trace her jawline. "Did you think about me?"

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