2 - Rules
Damon
My hand clenched into a fist, and I glared at the man who was eyeing the woman—my kitten—like he owned her. It wasn’t her fault. She looked stunning in her navy dress (despite the spilled champagne) with her brown skin glowing under the dim light.
“She’s with me,” I told him, my voice gentle but firm. “Find someone else.”
“I’m not sure if you heard me. I said she’s mine for the night.”
Before I could say anything, the woman stepped between us, glaring at the man. My eyes dipped down the backless dress to the delicious curve of her ass. It was perfect. I wanted to tug off that dress, spank her, and see it jiggle as I f**k her. I couldn’t wait.
The woman started, “On what basis? I didn’t sign up for any demos or—”
While it was good to know she could stand her own gua
