Page 122 of Their Dark Rose

His command fires me up, and I scream into Finn’s fingers.

The praise, good girl, comes at me from the three of them. Mason’s seed releases into me, his hot cum elongating my orgasm.

Falk takes me next, then Finn, each of them causing my insides to detonate. Pleasure and agony course through my every pore, and by the time we’re done, I’m a ball of light.

A dark kind of light, given the two dead bodies around us.

But still.

They hug me. They love me.

And when we stand outside as snow starts to fall, they do the absolute best thing for me.

As we watch the motel go up in flames and the evidence of Mallie’s and Thorn’s deaths with them, my men make sure I’m forever safe.

Finally, our new lives can start.

Together.

EPILOGUE

“Little rose.”

A scream tears its way out of my throat.

Obviously, the words happy birthday isn’t what freaks me out.

It’s Finn’s voice coming literally out of nowhere.

I’ve been standing here in Zhara’s, our firstborn’s, nursery, zoning out. Well, less zoning out and more musing over where to place her future sister or brother’s crib.

I know this isn’t the right time. I’m fully aware it’s too early to consider a second child.

To start, I’m barely two months postpartum and have just turned nineteen last month. I have my Zhara to enjoy. To focus on her and her alone. You only get to experience your firstborn once, and I soak up every second of it.

Plus, in four months, I’d like to return to the office.

The numerous months I’d been running Nightingale Construction along with Mason, Falk, and Finn were truly empowering. The three of them had taught me so much and let me lead meetings with investors.

They stood by as I navigated through it all. Silently supporting me, advising me patiently when I asked them to.

I loved it. I can’t wait to get back.

Also, though…

Babies. I’m craving more of those than I craved black forest cake during my pregnancy with Zhara.

That isn’t going to happen. Not this month, anyway.

My period arrived today, so I’m definitely not pregnant, but again…

The little girl with the hazel-colored eyes deserves a sibling or three.

Soon.

“Finnly Abbot, you’re bad.” I turn to him, slapping his bare, tattooed arm. “Plus, you’ll scare her.”

He quirks an eyebrow, his lips quirking to the side.

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