The car is moving, and Adrian is a silent shape beside me in the dark.
My hands are in my lap. The ivory silk of the new dress is cool against my thighs. I can still feel the ghost of his fingers inside me, the wetness he licked clean. He promised his bed. He promised I would scream.
I turn my head. The city lights slide across the sharp planes of his face. He’s watching me, his expression unreadable. Waiting. He has been waiting since the first moment I pressed my heel into him.
“Leo,” Adrian says, his voice low. “The privacy screen. Now.”
A soft hum, and a panel of dark glass rises smoothly from the console, sealing us off from the driver. The engine noise fades to a distant purr. The world shrinks to this leather bench, the tinted windows, the space between our bodies.
He doesn’t t
