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I can squeeze in one more fuck before I head back to Blackwell.
Fuck it. Fuck the Lords. Fuck my job, and fuck Charles Blackwell for ever sitting us down that day after Duke Cross died.
Fuck everything.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Harlow
We get backto Blackwell just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. They don’t take me home, though. Instead, we pull up to a manor bigger than Blackwell House. It’s ornately decorated. Rose bushes lining the perimeter, a manicured lawn, and a stone path that winds to the back of the house. The grey stone contrasts against the black door, but the gold accents make it feel welcoming rather than foreboding.
“Welcome to Wolf Manor,” Theo says, packing his computer up as our car arrives.
“Shouldn’t I get back home so that Rose doesn’t call the authorities?”
Theo smirks. “Baby, we are the authorities. And no. Alaric let her know that you were on a weekend trip with him. You’re staying with me tonight.”
I ignore the way those words give me butterflies.
“Apparently, she’s still under the impression that I’m courting you,” Alaric growls, sounding displeased.
“You sound angry about that.” Gideon chuckles from his seat.
“He’s right, though,” I interject. “She’s going to figure out soon that it’s not just Alaric.”
“And?” Sterling asks, opening the door for us to climb out. “What will you tell her?”
I shrug, feeling brazen. “I’ll say you all gave me no choice when you essentially kidnapped me and made me join the order.”
Everyone but Sterling laughs. His eyes pin me to my seat. “You sure like being mouthy, don’t you?”
My cheeks flame, but not with embarrassment. It’s his tone of voice. The dominant one. It gets me wet every single time.
“Better get used to it,” I chirp, climbing out of the car.
Luckily, the driver was given instructions to bring me some clothes when we landed, seeing as Gideon sliced my pajama shirt to shreds. It must’ve been Sterling who gave the order, because I’m now donning faux leather leggings with a moto design down the sides and a white cropped t-shirt. He even thought of socks and white sneakers.
“Do you coordinate our outfits?” I ask, looking at his bloody, white dress shirt and black pants.
I swear I see the hint of a smile tug at the corners of his lips as we walk toward the front entrance of Wolf Manor.
“Not exactly,” he says, his voice all serious and growly.
“You could start your own fashion brand with these clothes,” I add. “You’re a fan of leggings, aren’t you?”
His jaw twitches as we enter Theo’s house. I look around quickly, noting the dark furniture and white accents. It looks nothing like Blackwell House. It’s large and airy, modern and neat. The stairs and floor are made of shiny, flawless marble. There are no gilded portraits hanging on the walls, Victorian furniture, and I don’t see a single patch of floral wallpaper. I’m so distracted that I hardly notice when Sterling tugs me into his side, speaking into my ear in a low murmur.
“I’m a fan of you wearing whatever the fuck I tell you to wear. It makes my cock so hard to watch you walk around in my clothes.”
My knees buckle at his words. Ishouldbe insulted. The feminist in me is screaming. But fuck… the way he commands me and speaks to me like that… it’s really fucking hot.
I open my mouth to retort, but before I can be a smartass, he lets me go. “Sleep. You need rest.”
I cross my arms as he makes his way to the back of the house. “I assumed we’d be at the gym this morning.”
His green eyes find mine, and my stomach bottoms out as they scan up and down my body. “I think you’ve had enough exercise today, don’t you think? Go to bed, Harlow.”
I’m still pouting when Alaric, Gideon, and Theo walk through the front door.
