It started with a whisper.
“Remove your underwear,” bulong ko habang nakaupo siya sa gilid ng kama, busy sa pag-aayos ng cufflinks niya.
Damon paused.
Slowly, he turned his head toward me, one brow arched, expression unreadable — except for the faint twitch at the corner of his lips.
I stood a few feet away, barefoot, silk robe barely tied, red velvet gown hanging on a nearby rack. My hair was in loose waves, lips tinted with the shade he could never resist — dark wine, almost blood-red.
“What?” he asked, voice dangerously calm.
“You heard me,” I said, stepping closer. “No panties tonight. I want to feel the air on my skin under that gown. I want to drive you insane.”
He stood up. Tall. Broad. Controlled.
“Skyra…”
I tilted my head. “Isn’t this your idea of a game?”
He walked over
