Damon POV
The atmosphere in the private room was electric, the tension crackling like a storm about to break. I carried the redhead effortlessly, her legs locked tightly around my waist, her body pinned between me and the cold, unyielding wall.
Her breath hitched as my hands gripped her thighs firmly, my strength a tangible force she couldn’t help but marvel at. She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a sultry grin.
“Oh, feisty,” she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. I love a dominant Alpha.”
My gaze was sharp and unrelenting, my commanding presence silencing the room. My voice, low and rough, cut through the air.
“You know the rules,” I growled. “Do not touch me.”
Her grin widened, a flicker of defiance lighting her eyes, but she nodded, sauntered closer, her hips
