Page 20 of Their Dark Rose

Sadly, a part of me is reckless enough to want to keep testing them.

The part that’s still jealous of Miss Jones’s fierceness.

“What did he do?”

Finn huffs a laugh. He lowers his hand to my nape, grasping hard, restraining my movement. Collaring me.

“What’s so funny?” I seethe with false bravery.

Finn cocks his head. “You mean besides ending the lives of our parents?”

Throughout the minutes that they hold me, Falk is uncharacteristically quiet.

“What did he do to Mason?” My words are pronounced slowly.

Partly because I’m proving to them that I fear nothing. Partly because Finn’s pressure on my neck has me a little dizzy.

The silence stretches in the illuminated kitchen. The brothers’ pulses rumble at a rate less maniacal than mine.

Their three hearts pound at a determined, powerful rhythm.

Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.

“He was…” Mason starts, his nostrils flaring.

They close in on me. The snow’s bright light disappears behind their broad shoulders and their towering faces.

“He was, what?” I whisper.

“Your father was high when I arrived at the scene before the police did.” His teeth grind furiously. I hear them gnashing. “With my parents dead between his truck and what was supposed to be their home, he was mad at me. Stabbed me with a piece of his broken windshield. That’s what happened.”

A tear runs down my cheek.

For them.

For us.

For me.

While my thoughts race a mile a minute, the men advance on me. This one final step plasters their bodies to mine.

Their breaths cascade down my skin, absorbing into my pores.

Their hard chests press to my arms and my front.

There’s more, though.

For the first time, their cocks are on me. They’re hard, straining through pants and jeans. Plastered to my thighs. Falk’s is on my belly.

My arousal from before returns furiously. A pressure builds in my belly, the heat becoming insufferable.

I want them. Fuck, I want them, and how I despise the feeling.

I’d only end up getting hurt.

Physically or emotionally. Possibly both.

Their eyes lower on my face. A quick glance affirms that Finn growls at the vein pumping in my neck. Falk licks his lips as he hones in on my parted ones. Mason can’t stop glaring at my breasts.

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