*Isabella's POV*
Last night, they were the ones in control, calling the shots, passing me back and forth like their favorite f*****g toy. But tonight? Tonight, I was getting all the control. I was the one who decided who I was kissing, and when I wanted them.
I turned to Damien first, claiming his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, my hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. One of his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer. Then, just as he was starting to deepen it, I pulled away, a smirk on my face, and turned to Jacob. I captured his lips, teasing and playful, and his hand immediately went to my hip, squeezing it in a way that made my stomach clench. Back and forth I went, a f*****g queen on her throne of expensive leather, switching between the two of them, reveling in the
