Chapter Seventeen
“Dangerous words,” said Oliver. “I never knew you hated your mother.”
Roderick sniffed. “I think it’s she hates me. And my father.”
Tis, the little w***e whom Oliver had all but given to Roderick wrapped her arm around Oliver’s leg and rested her cheek on his thigh. This distracted him enough to push her away again. As much as he wanted to f**k either Tis or Tev, it wasn’t going to happen now. “Leave us,” he ordered. The two whores climbed off the bed and disappeared into the next room.
Roderick’s eyes narrowed as he watched the two depart. He automatically followed the lithe sway of Tis’s buttocks. “Can we trust them?”
Oliver shrugged. “For the most part. I’ll keep them under lock and key for the next few weeks. I’ll sell them off if I need to. Who is going to belie
