Surrender and Sin

Ethan had always considered himself dominant in bed. He knew how to take control, how to make a woman moan and beg, how to tease and deny until he got exactly what he wanted. But the moment he met Ava and Natalie, he realized how wrong he'd been.

It started with a look-Ava, tall and statuesque, with an air of authority that made his chest tighten, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she leaned against the sleek black leather of the club's VIP lounge. Next to her, Natalie-a wicked contrast-petite, playful, her dark eyes flashing with something just as dangerous, just as controlling.

They'd caught him watching, and instead of looking away, they beckoned him closer.

"You like what you see?" Ava asked, her voice smooth, rich like whiskey.

Ethan swallowed hard, his cock already thickening under the weight of her gaze. "Maybe."

Natalie's fingers traced the rim of her glass, a teasing flick of her tongue over the rim before she grinned. "Then let's find out how much."

And just like that, he was theirs.

The penthouse was everything he expected from women like them-sleek, modern, draped in deep reds and blacks, lit by the low glow of candles that cast flickering shadows across the walls.

Ava poured them drinks, but Ethan barely had a chance to sip his before Natalie took the glass from his hands, setting it aside. "You won't need that," she murmured, sliding onto his lap, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

His breath hitched as her lips brushed his jaw, her body pressing just enough against him that he could feel the heat of her thighs. But it was Ava's presence behind him that made him stiffen-the slow, deliberate sound of her heels against the hardwood floor as she circled them like a predator deciding when to strike.

"You're used to being in charge, aren't you?" Ava murmured, her hands trailing along his shoulders before her fingers curled into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath catch.

"I-"

"Don't lie," Natalie whispered, her lips curving as she rolled her hips against his, feeling the way his body tensed beneath her.

Ava chuckled darkly. "Oh, you're going to be fun to break."

The word sent a jolt of something electric down Ethan's spine. He was rock-hard, his cock straining against his pants, but neither of them had even touched him where he needed it most.

Natalie's hands moved lower, unbuttoning his shirt, nails dragging lightly down his chest as Ava's grip tightened in his hair, tilting his head back so she could watch his reaction.

"You don't have to pretend, sweetheart," she purred, leaning down, her breath warm against his ear. "We can already tell. You want this."

Ethan swallowed hard, his pulse hammering against his throat.

Ava's lips brushed his ear as she murmured, "Say it."

His pride clashed violently with the heat licking up his spine. But when Natalie's fingers ghosted over the bulge in his pants, a teasing squeeze that made him groan, the last thread of resistance snapped.

"Yes."

Natalie grinned, sliding off his lap as Ava stepped in front of him, undoing the last of his buttons with slow, precise movements. "Good boy," she murmured, smoothing her hands down his chest before her fingers found the buckle of his belt.

"Now," she smirked, slipping the leather free in one fluid motion. "Let's see just how obedient you can be."

And just like that, Ethan was theirs.