Damon’s POV
I leaned back in my chair, legs spread slightly, my stance daring as the two women knelt before me. The redhead’s firey grin paired with the burnette’s coy smirk sent a sharp thrill through me, but I didn’t move. Not yet. I had no intention of giving them what they hadn’t earned.
“Now,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Come show me how obedient you can be.”
The redhead’s lips curved upward, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of my belt as she glanced at the brunette. “Let’s not keep him waiting, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.
The brunette giggled, but there was something more deliberate in her touch—a slow, deliberate glide of her hands over my waistband as her dark eyes lifted to meet mine. They were playing their parts perfectly, teasing,
