The moment Savannah’s teeth sink into Amber, a wicked thrill flickers through me. Then Amber’s knee slams hard between Savannah’s thighs, and the choked sound she makes is delicious. I exhale slowly, letting the pleasure of it roll through me as I shift lazily on the sofa, crossing my legs with smooth, deliberate grace. My fingers trace absent patterns along my thigh, the soft glide of pantyhose against skin an indulgent distraction as I watch the chaos unfold before me. Look at them, like wild animals, desperate, mindless, tearing into each other for the smallest scrap of power. But there is no power here—except mine.
I smirk, tilting my head as I take a sip of champagne, my voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, Savannah, darling… that was pathetic.” I giggle, letting my nails drag idly over the curve of my thigh. “Amber barely touched you, and already you’re crumbling?” I sigh, shaking my head. “And you, Amber… really? A knee? How unimaginative.” I let my dress shift slightly as I stretch, ensuring their eyes flick toward me, that even in the middle of their battle, I am still the most important thing in the room. “I expected better from both of you,” I continue, voice soft, taunting, utterly condescending. “You claim to want me so badly, yet here you are, flailing like little girls.” I lean back, smirking as they seethe, their anger twisting into something even more desperate. Good. Let them hate each other. Let them need to prove themselves to me. I lift my glass again, taking a slow, indulgent sip, the taste of victory lingering on my tongue. “Come on, my loves,” I purr, my voice nothing but silk and poison. “Give me something worth watching.”
