Page 120 of Their Dark Rose

One second passes.

Two.

Three.

And we all crack up.

“Finn, just when I think you can’t go any lower.” Falk wipes a tear once his laugh simmers down.

“I meant what I said.” Finn pulls me from Falk into his embrace.

His tongue licks along the curve of my neck, and I gasp at the touch.

“Then again, he had a foul-looking cock. I’d have spat it out too.” Finn’s fingers hook under my sweater, drawing it up my body.

“Here?” I lift my arms despite my question.

“Yes.” Mason wipes his hands on his pants, lifting my shirt from behind. “I need you. Now.”

“All of us need you, princess.” Falk pushes my sweats to the floor, going to his knees.

Mason and Finn twist me to him, whether I want it or not.

Which I do. Every part of me wants to do what these men tell me to.

Whenever they want, however they want me, I’ll be there for them.

For us.

“Come here.” Falk pulls one of my legs on his shoulder.

A moment of lucidity jolts me from this beautiful real-life fantasy I’m in. My heart plummets to the floor, and I tilt my ass back.

“What is it?” Falk’s brow creases. His expression is angry, sensing something’s wrong.

“His…” I pinch my eyes shut, willing the images away. “His spit was there.”

“I know. We helped you wipe it off in the bathroom.” He laves his tongue on my clit, and I groan as pleasure consumes me everywhere. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re going to come on my face. Here and now. Next to these assholes who believed they could humiliate you. You’re our queen. No one will ever humiliate you.”

I moan when his groan pulses through me. When Mason pinches my nipple while holding me upright. When Finn sucks on my shoulder hard, his teeth breaking skin.

They do it, the three of them.

All at the same time.

“Never.” Mason’s palm caresses my tit before twisting it mercilessly. “No one will degrade you except us.”

Finn groans into my skin in approval. His middle finger grazes my crack, rubbing me up and down. Nudging his fingertip in.

My hips thrust forward, right into Falk’s face.

“Good girl.” Falk offers me a rare, tantalizing smile.

He parts my pussy lips, rubbing his nose against my clit. His mouth is on me, so hot and demanding that I almost faint. He’s sucking, kissing, biting me. Flicking his tongue in seductive, hungry circles, then flattening it on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Making my knees weak. Making them buckle.

I don’t fall, though. Mason is there to catch me. His hand steadies me by the back of my neck, pulling my face to his chest. With his free hand, he rips the buttons of his shirt, tearing it off his shoulder.

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