Page 20 of A Wilde Christmas

Davey clenched his jaw so hard he thought he might crack a molar. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Oh, I absolutely fucking dare.” Dom snapped a picture. “This is prime blackmail material.”

Elliot hurried to unplug the lights and untie his hands. “Jesus. Who did this to you? Where’s Luka?”

“No, no,” Dom said. “You’re not asking the right questions, El. I need to know how long our big brother has had a Christmas kink. And was Jolly Old Saint Nick gentle with you last night?” He cocked his head, and his grin widened. “From the looks of those scratches on your chest, I’d say not.”

Davey rubbed at his abraded wrists. “Fuck you.”

Dominic cackled. “This isthe bestChristmas present ever.”

Davey grabbed the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around himself. “She took my fucking dog.”

“Who?” Elliot asked. He was trying to remain calm and rational, but a smile kept tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t want to tell them. Hereallydidn’t want to tell them. But he saw no other choice. “Rowan.”

“Bristow?” Dom whistled. “Okay, I take back everything I just said. I’m impressed. She’s hot.”

“She’s a psycho.” He grabbed some clothes from his dresser and stalked into the bathroom to change. When he emerged a few minutes later, his brothers hadn’t moved. “I’m going to find her, get my dog back, and drag her to her father’s place.” He pointed at them. “And you two are going to help me.”