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I let Rook lead me the rest of the way upstairs while my aunt led Grey and Corvus through the dining room, not making them remove their shoes, which I remembered had been a strict rule for me during the one night I lasted in this fucking place.
“Thought it was Thanksgiving, not Easter,” Rook said, squinting at a small collection of Fabergé eggs.
“Those aren’t Easter eggs,” I said, tugging him away from them before he could grab the closest one. “They’re Fabergé eggs. Her husband gave her one every year they were married.”
“Why?”
“Why do rich people do anything that they do?”
He frowned, shrugging.
“They’re worth something like ten grand a piece, for the smaller ones.”
“Those fucking eggs?”
I nodded.
“Fucking rich people.”
“Fucking rich people,” I echoed, indicating the door down the hall.
He pushed through, and the wafting odor of fresh potpourri made both of us recoil.
“Ugh.”
Rook quickly grabbed the bowl of it from the low table just inside the door, dropping the amber liquid in its place. He crossed the room, opened the window, and tossed it outside.
I suppressed a giggle, seeing his eyes watering at the smell.
“I’m going to be honest, Ghost, I was planning to rip your clothes off the second we got into this room but…” He made a face, shutting the window again.
“What? My dark prince can’t handle a bit of shitty potpourri? Who would’ve known that was your Kryptonite.”
He narrowed his dark eyes on me, closing the gap between us in two long strides. He reached forward and grabbed my shirt, dragging me to him before tearing it into two pieces, the torn shreds catching on my arms as he ripped it off. My cunt throbbed, panties dampening at the heat in his stare.
“That was my nicest sweater.”
“Not anymore.”
“Oh!” Jackson exclaimed, appearing and then disappearing from the entrance to the room. He hovered just out of view, and I sagged, taking up one of the cups from the side table as the butler mumbled his apologies.
“I’m sorry, miss. Your aunt asked me to come and get you. She has a surprise for you and asked that you meet her and your friends in the sitting room. Again, so sorry, miss.”
Rook loomed over me, licking his lips as he reached past me for the other glass, clinking it against mine. “You heard the man, get dressed, Ghost. Your aunt has a surprise for you.”
I frowned, balking at his six foot frame, aching to have his tatted hands on my body. “Are you serious?”
His dark gaze flicked down to my pebbled nipples, and he let out a small growl before stepping away. “Deadly. Can’t keep the woman waiting, Ghost. I can rip off your dress, too. Later.”
I rolled my eyes but went to the closet, my greedy little cunt still pulsating beneath my skirt. Injured or not, I’d make him pay for this later.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I groaned, looking at the three dress options hanging inside the mothball scented walk-in. Each one worse than the one next to it.
Dear god.
* * *
“Come on, Ghost,”Rook was saying, a teasing tone coaxing me the rest of the way down the hall toward the low sound of conversation in the sitting room. “Let’s go show your aunt how sexy you look.”
