Page 96 of Sadistic

"Tell me about Vegas," I say, needing distraction before I pull over and fuck her on the hood.

"Your sister is insane."

"Established fact."

"No, like clinically insane. She hired strippers that looked like you on purpose."

"I know."

She sits up straighter. "You know?"

"She asked for my measurements. Said it was for wedding stuff." I glance at her. "I figured it out when you texted."

"And you're not mad?"

"Why would I be? You went to a bathroom to touch yourself for me instead of enjoying your lap dance. I'd say I won."

"Everything's a competition with you."

"Not everything. Just the things that matter."

"Like me?"

"Especially you." I reach over, squeeze her thigh. "You've been the prize since you were fifteen."

"That's still creepy," she says, but she's smiling slightly.

"Probably. Good thing you like creepy."

"I like intense," she corrects. "There's a difference."

"Is there?"

We make it to my building, into the private elevator, before I break.

The second the doors close, I have her pressed against the wall, dress pushed up, my belt already undone.

"Doran—"

"Need you," I growl against her neck. "Been thinking about this for hours."

"The cameras?—"

"Are mine." I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Security knows not to watch."

"That's not—fuck—reassuring," she gasps as I grind against her.

"Would you prefer they watch? See how desperate you are for my cock?" I nip at her throat. "Maybe I should make them watch. Show them who you belong to."

"Don't you dare?—"

I slide into her in one thrust, both of us groaning at the connection.

She's tight, wet, perfect. Everything I remembered and more.

"Missed this," she gasps as I fuck her against the elevator wall. "Missed you."

"Never leaving me again," I tell her, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Never."

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