Page 60 of Lords of Misrule
Another string of curses follows as I take her deeper and faster, and her grip is so tight her fingernails dig in, each jolt of her body against the wall digs trenches into my neck. Ones I’ll make sure pretty boy sees in the locker room, so he knows exactly where he fucking stands—where she stands when it comes to me.
“I hate you… Fuck I hate you so fucking much, Rowan.”
“I know you do, Duchess. I hate you too.”
She comes hard on my cock, moaning so loud I feel like the whole house has to hear her. She takes me with her a few moments later, and when I pull out and set her down on her feet afterward, I smirk at the state I’ve put her in.
I grab a fistful of her hair and tug it back, so her eyes meet mine. They’re still clouded with lust and the mix of reverence and hate that she always has for me.
“You fuck him if you want to. If Finn doesn’t care, then do what you want with Hudson. You want to add another lovesick puppy to your list of admirers, go for it. Just know you won’t replace this—the wayImake you feel? You’ll always fucking crave me.”
“It goes both ways.” Her eyes darken, a threat in them.
“I know.” I let her hair go but grab her jaw and kiss her one last time. “Now get out.”
She saunters around me like my come isn’t dripping down her legs and gives me the finger, slamming the door to the closet behind her on her way out. I lean back against the wall and slide down it because for all of my fucking bluster—I need her.
Thirty
Finn
Later that night Charlotte knocks on my door, and I nod for her to come in. I’ve been half asleep in bed trying to get caught up on the first week of work for class after being on the road for our game. I’m in nothing but sweatpants after I got out of the shower and her eyes fall over my chest, as she climbs up on the bed next to me.
“Interrupting your work?” she asks.
“I can’t stare at it any longer. Everything’s blurring together.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have to bug you if you just want to go to sleep.”
“Nah. You never bug me.” I give her a half smile. I want her here, but I also can guess why she is, and it’s not going to be my favorite conversation we’ve ever had.
“Well, I came to talk to you about—”
“Hudson. I know.”
“You hate the idea?”
“I don’t hate it. I’ve talked to Hudson and Rowan about it, and there are fair points about him being on the outside of this. Feeling awkward. I know Rowan has worried for a while that it could lead to him being pissed or disloyal because it was obvious he wanted you.”
“Hudson wouldn’t do that to you guys. Especially not you.”
“I know. I’ve told Rowan, but you know how he can be.”
“Yes. Far too well.”
“So what? You want my permission? You don’t need it. You’re your own person. If it makes you happy, and if it’ll make him happier in this situation… I can live with it.”
“I don’t want you to just live with it.” She sighs.
“If you want me to be happy about it… that’s a difficult task, Charlotte. Rowan’s my best friend and there are days I don’t want to share you with him.”
“Then on those days, we don’t share. I’m all yours.”
“Right...” I give her a look that tells her we all play by Rowan’s rules, whether we want to or not.
“He can’t have us all scared into submission. We have to be able to stand up to him.”
“That why the walls were rattling earlier? Standing up to him?”
