Page 116 of Their Dark Rose

“He’s the best—”

“Since you slacked in that department, I’ll do the work for you.” Finn ignores her, shoving Thorn’s hand between his legs. “The lady said think hard, get hard. Be a gentleman and do as you’re told.”

“I won’t.” Thorn presses his lips together, lifting his chin defiantly. “Kill me. I don’t care. I prefer it that way. But I won’t touch myself.”

“I was afraid you’d disagree.” Mason’s angry voice draws me to look at him.

He cups Mallie’s face from above. Four of his fingers on each one of his hands are on her cheeks. His thumbs are hovering just above her eyes.

Mason’s somber kind of rage is regal. Majestic.

“If you refuse to touch yourself, Mommy loses these.” Mason presses his thumbs to her closed eyelids for emphasis. “I won’t stop until I reach her brain. I’m persistent like that.”

I dart my tongue out, sliding it on my lips. “I love your persistence.”

“Flower, now’s not the time to make me hard,” he scolds, though less firmly than he probably would’ve liked.

“Sure thing, Daddy.”

He growls.

Before I can slip in another clever retort, Thorn intervenes. “Fine, I’ll do it. Don’t hurt her. I’ll do it. I’ll touch myself.”

Everyone in this room knows we’ll kill her anyway. We won’t let her go peacefully, either, and everyone’s aware of that too.

I’d have reminded Thorn that we’ll hurt her and extend his suffering, but I have to agree with Falk. We need this evening to be over.

When I spin to Thorn, I watch him as he starts stroking his cock. He moves his hand fast on his less-than-three inches, closing his eye, his expression that of concentration.

“Looks like the boy could use encouragement.” Finn helps me up and pulls my back to his chest. “Mason, give Thorn here something to get his dick up.”

My eyes bulge as Mason tears the buttons on Mallie’s blouse.

“No, leave her alone!”

Pretending Thorn doesn’t exist, Mason yanks her bra up over her breasts. The cups squish down her large tits, bare for all of us to see.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Falk squeezes Thorn’s shoulder. “We know about your little secret.”

“What?” My eyes dart around the men for answers.

“Mama’s boy here loves his stepmom. Really loves her.” Finn rests his chin on my shoulder, his soft hair tingling my cheek. “See for yourself.”

Finn’s right.

What took Thorn for-fucking-ever when he grinded on me takes him seconds now.

Despite him knowing his minutes on this earth are numbered. Still, a drop of precum leaks out of the purple crown of his dick.

“We only started after he turned eighteen,” Mallie yells, explaining herself.

She might’ve judged me, but I don’t judge them.

What I am is curious. Because Mallie was in the room with us. The woman who turns him on despite him missing an eye was there when he couldn’t get it up.

If at least one of my three men was in the room with me, I would’ve been ruining my panties just by sniffing their delicious scent.

So, what was it?

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