Chapter 96

Ollie’s POV

Hugh’s warning runs through my head.

Just don’t let Declan see you in that shirt.

Right now, Declan is looking at me so coldly that I’m starting to shiver. He glares at the t-shirt I’m wearing, the one belonging to Conrad, like it personally offends him.

Maybe it does.

When his gaze lifts back to my face, it only marginally softens. He still looks ready to shoot icicles if he could.

I realize a beat too late that he’s waiting expectantly for me to answer his question.

“My other clothes…” Seeing how angry he is just from me wearing Conrad’s t-shirt, I realize that I probably shouldn’t overly explain what happened behind the closed door of Conrad’s bedroom. Instead, I say, “This was the only thing I could find to wear. I didn’t want to walk around naked.”

“Why?” Declan asks.

My blush burns down my neck to my chest.

Declan traces it with his eyes, grimacing slightly as it disappears under the t-shirt.

“Why did I lose my clothes?” I ask, unsure what exactly he is asking me.

“Why didn’t you chose to walk around naked?” Declan clarifies.

I swallow thickly. “I didn’t want everyone to see me naked.”

“Who would see you?”

“The… uh… the servants?”

“You think they would dare to look at you?” Declan says. “You are ours, Angel. There is no one here who doesn’t know what you are to us. And they know what would happen if they were to look at something that doesn’t belong to them.”

He turns from me then, briskly.

“They are paid too well to risk stealing a glance, knowing it would catch our ire.”

He walks over to a nearby arm chair and then comfortably sits down. The chair is facing me. His legs spread wide, he places one elbow on the arm of the chair, and then his chin in his lifted hand. He looks up at me, almost bored, his eyes cool, as he says, “Take that t-shirt off.”

“B-but I…”

“You question me? Do you forget who I am and what you are to me? Am I not your master? Are you not my dutiful little slut?”

My entire body burns hot with desire. “You are,” I say. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth for a moment before I continue my answer, “I am.”

“Then take off that fucking t-shirt,” he says.

My hands start moving of their own accord. Grabbing the hem of the shirt at my thighs, I slowly start pulling it up and up, exposing the bare apex of my thighs, and then my abdomen, and my breasts. Finally, I pull the shirt over my head and let it drop.

Declan leans back, allowing his eyes to drift over all of my newly-exposed skin. His eyes are a blizzard and I’m caught in the cold. It makes my nipples harden, and I shiver.

“Come here,” he says. Holding out a hand, he beckons me toward him.

My feet start moving before my mind even fully comprehends his words.

When I’m near him, standing before him, he pats his knee. “Sit.”

I do, finding a comfortable spot on his thigh.

Gods, this is sexy as hell, with me fully naked. He’s missing his shirt but otherwise fully clothed. Neither of us point out the obvious tent in the front of his pants, but it does give me an inner thrill, knowing how much he wants me.

I want him too.

Lifting one hand, he place his thumb and forefinger along my jaw, then uses that touch to force my head this way and that. He’s examining the marks Conrad left on me. He grunts when he sees the one Hugh made.

“Hugh can’t help himself,” Declan says. I’m not sure if the words are to himself or to me, so I stay quiet. I’m learning, when we play like this, Declan prefers that I only reply when directly asked a question.

Declan turns my head the other way, then, suddenly, he leans forward, pressing his open mouth to the side of my neck opposite Hugh’s mark. There, he greedily sucks in his own.

I whimper a little, desperate for more, for him to touch me, or rub against me, or even to give me more commands.

Instead, he fully commits to what he’s doing, concentrating on giving me the most lasting mark. When he finally finishes, and backs away, he rubs his thumb over it, looking pleased with himself.

“Good girl,” he says, and a pleasant shiver zips through me, making me squirm.

He huffs like he’s scolding but there’s amusement in his eyes.

“You are a slut, aren’t you? Not just for me, but for my brothers too. Conrad already had his fill of you and still you want more. Do you think you could handle this dick so soon?” He shakes his head. Despite my pleading eyes, he seems set on denying me. “Angel, you couldn’t handle me right now.”

He smacks me on my backside, making me jump. “Go on. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

“What if –”

“I said, go,” he says, his eyes flashing.

Okay. That means I need to go.

I hop off of his knee and head to where I dropped Conrad’s shirt.

“No,” he says at once. “Do not put that back on.”

Confused, I look back at him. “I can’t just go out there naked!”

“Did you not hear what I said? No one will look at you or I will have their eyes cut out. Got it? Now go.”

With a statement like that, I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. Knowing Declan though, I know it’s better not to take chances.

I quickly head for the door and then after checking the hallway is empty, I step out into it, closing the door behind me.

There, I try to cover myself with my arms and hands, hoping no one will happen upon me. I really don’t want to put Declan’s threats to the test.

Moving away from Declan’s door, I hurry to another one. Pressing my ear to the door, I pray it will be actually empty this time.

I don’t hear a sound.

That’s a good sign, but after what happened last time, I’m still feeling pretty nervous. Grabbing the handle, I open the door more slowly than I did before.

This room is actually empty, with the lights clicked off. There are suitcases here, too, though I realize with a sinking feeling that the luggage isn’t mine.

By process of elimination, that means that this room must belong to –

“Angel?” Wes asks.

He’s behind me, standing in the hallway, having just come up the stairs.

His eyes are wide as saucers, his gaze all over me

I turn, trying to cover my ass, but in doing so, I leave my breasts exposed.

His face turns bright red, his eyes going right for my breasts.

He licks his lips and steps forward.

“Angel…” he says with something like wonder. “You didn’t have to surprise me like this. I’d have you anyway I can get you.”

As he steps forward, I back up, walking right into the door.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I tell him.