Page 117 of Their Dark Rose

“The poop talk turned you off?” I ask Thorn.

I feel Finn’s instantaneous smile spread across my neck. Falk and Mason bite their lips, choking down their surprised laughter.

Mallie snarls at me, at the men’s blatant ridicule of her and Thorn.

“No, slut.” Thorn’s breaths come in faster. His eyes never leave Mallie as he spews his hate at me. “It was you. I loathe your entitled ass. You never shared your toys. Always too good to hang out at your penthouse without one of them”—Thorn spits—“watching.”

“I was a kid!” My body launches forward.

Finn tightens his grip around my waist. “Remember he needs to be close, little rose.”

Teeth grinding, I settle back into his embrace.

“Doesn’t matter.” The way Thorn licks his lips has my skin crawling. “You had everything. We had nothing. Your parents were cheap fucks who didn’t give us a dime, either.”

“My parents didn’t give me anything,” I say, meaning their love.

Falk walks over to Finn and me. He presses close to my side, entwining his fingers with mine.

Since Mason is responsible for torturing the witch, he sends me a loving gaze from over there. His scar shines for me. His tight lips tell the story of how he wishes my childhood would’ve been different.

The three men’s warmth empowers me. Their presence fills the empty holes of my soul.

I don’t need anything else. Don’t need anyone else.

Other than our future children, obviously.

“Money, bitch.” Thorn’s hips jerk, his orgasm nearing. “They gave you money. You never wanted for anything.”

Falk’s hand is around Thorn’s neck again.

“Stop.” Finn places a hand on Falk’s shoulder. “This cocksucker is close. Imagine he’ll come from erotic asphyxiation. By you.”

As if scalded, Falk jerks his hand back, his lips curling in disgust.

“They gave you money and wealthy godfathers to take care of you,” Thorn continues like Falk didn’t almost choke him. “You’re as entitled as they come, cunt.”

“He calls her a name one more time…” Falk glowers at Finn.

“He won’t. Because guess what?” Finn chuckles, the sweet sound hot and yummy in my ears. “He looks ready to me. What do you think, Mase?”

A needy moan slips past Thorn’s lips.

“Now, Finn.” Mason’s low voice is a whip. An order. “Cut him this fucking minute.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Finn passes me gently into Falk’s arms.

“What?” Mallie shouts, her body shaking in the chair. “Cut what?”

Flipping the knife in his tattooed hand, Finn walks around to Thorn’s front.

“Stop it, you monsters!” More shrill shouts leave Mallie’s mouth. She spits on herself, her face a picture of agony and madness. “Thorn, hide yourself! For crying out loud, cover yourself!”

Thorn doesn’t listen to her. He’s too close to climaxing. Too desperate to reach his orgasm, even if it’s in front of us, the four people who wish him the worst.

“Us? Monsters?” Finn crouches. With a skilled movement, he aims the knife at the base of Thorn’s cock.

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