They always wanted to test me in one way or another.
Rowan rose from behind the desk and closed the distance with unhurried confidence. His hair was immaculate—sand-coloured, darker at the roots, lightening toward the tips, cut clean at the sides and styled high at the crown. It gave him a sharpness that didn’t quite match the warmth of his eyes.
Rich brown.
Assessing.
Always measuring.
Another tailored suit—navy this time. Jacket smooth, trousers pressed to perfection. The turquoise tie was knotted with precision, the colour deliberate against the crisp white of his shirt. Everything about him looked controlled.
His lips twisted slightly as he stopped in front of me. Not a smile. Not quite. Just enough to suggest he knew more than he was saying.
Nick’s hand stayed at my back. Solid. Claiming.
Rowan’s presence filled the space in front of me, while Nick loomed behind. Trapped between them—not pressed, not rushed. Just held.
Exactly how they liked it.
“Did you have fun with Nick this morning?” Rowan murmured, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I nodded.
“Her tight little arse was just what I needed,” Nick said, sliding his hands to my thighs to edge my skirt up.“Left her plugged up for you.”
I closed my eyes. The anal plug was smaller than any of their dicks, but it was still intrusive.
The cold air crept up my thighs as Nick bunched my skirt up.
“Why don’t you turn around and show him?” he murmured, holding the material against my stomach.
Even after living with them for over a month, heat crept up my neck and cheeks as I turned to face Nick.
When I opened my eyes, Nick was facing Rowan, winking at him.
My breath hitched as Rowan spread my cheeks.
“Perfect. I might drop a deposit in myself,” he said, cupping my arse.
“I’ll leave you two alone then,” Nick said, lifting my chin to kiss me while Rowan rubbed against me, proving he was more than ready to make a deposit.
I had no doubt Alec would do the same—he was due to take me home after work.
???
I shifted in my seat as I observed Rowan. His parents had dropped in, and they hadn’t been happy when he refused their request for me to leave. I kept my head down and continued working.
There was something sick about watching them sit on the desecrated couch. I doubted they knew anything about Rowan’s preferences.
His mother grated on him. He practically flinched when she cupped his cheek, then he removed her hand—an action that clearly irritated her. His father seemed oblivious. Or perhaps he simply didn’t want conflict.
It was my first time meeting anyone upper class who wasn’t gambling in Dominion, and it made me wonder how much of Rowan’s dysfunction came from them.
Rowan sighed and finally looked up from the papers he’d been flicking through.
“Spit it out,” he said, arching a light-brown eyebrow.
“Why don’t you like your mum?”
