Darren's POV
"You talk a lot, but it's your actions that will make me know for certain."
She stood up, walked over and sat on the arm of the couch. Her waist curved into my palm, swaying seductively. She teased me with a smile before moving her head closer. Her lips were inches away from mine, on the brink of colliding but she drew back. Her lips found my neck, planting a few kisses before travelling to my ear.
"Your bedroom is empty. Why not take me up there and let me show you how willing I am to prove my worth to you? How determined I am to serve you and be owned? I know you can't love me, or at least not yet. But I'm not looking for love. I just want you."
Her soft whispers sounded sultry and towed the line of arousal. She was bold and confident, knowing what she wanted. She understood her place and wasn't ready to overstep. She was ready to be dutiful. To serve. To listen. To obey. In that, she was much different from her mother.
