Page 37 of Their Dark Rose

I couldn’t put them on after I showered tonight. It hurt being this horny. It fucking hurt.

I’d been sensitive and raw between my legs for hours now. Constantly wet, my pussy lips swollen after today. After I’d knelt for them. After I’d read them my poem and offered these men a glimpse into my darkest desires.

My panties aroused the sensitized area further. I couldn’t stand it.

And now I live to regret it.

The moment Falk snatches the covers off me, they’re going to see my shame. How I’m dripping under my nightgown. On the bed. How my nipples push through the flimsy fabric.

I’m so fucked.

“You’re what, princess?” The covers stretch between Falk and me.

He tugs them. I hang on for dear life. I’m fully aware I won’t win this, yet I still do.

I fight him.

A pathetic attempt at fighting, more like it. These men are pure muscle. I’ve been doomed from the get-go.

I’ll lose within the next minute, maybe less.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I spit out, praying my apology will stop him.

It doesn’t. Judging by his vicious smirk and how his cock jerks, my begging only turns him on.

“Sorry for?” Finn’s thumb traces a path from my temple to my chin.

I yelp again at the sudden touch. Fighting Falk has my undivided attention, and I didn’t see his younger brother coming.

A brother whose touch scorches. Burns. Terrifies me.

I’d scoot away from him, but I can’t. He’s too fast, his flat palm on my cheek plastering me in place.

“I know what she’s sorry for.” Mason’s fingers wrap around mine, working on undoing the fists that hold on to the covers. “She’s sorry for waking us up.”

“No need for an apology.” Finn’s thumb finds my mouth. “We were already up.”

“Pfft,” Falk huffs, his thumbs pressing on the covers, pressing into the soles of my feet. “Don’t delude yourselves into thinking she actually meant to apologize. Our little princess is a brat. She’s not sorry for anything.”

They talk to each other, yet their eyes are trained on me. Hungry beasts that they are.

I’d be lying if I said I’m any less hungry than they are. My body betrays me. Beneath my skin is a live wire. Electricity pulsates through me, enough to light up the entire neighborhood.

The desire in me grows and expands the closer the men get.

The more real their threat becomes, the hotter I burn.

I even consider letting go of the covers. Surrendering to my most depraved desires. Accepting their cruelty, whatever it entails.

“My brother’s right?” Finn asks.

Adamant to resist my primal desires, I fight him as he pulls on my bottom lip. Snap my teeth shut as he exposes them.

“Why are you doing this?” My question is garbled behind my clenched teeth.

Finn doesn’t grace me with an answer. He forces my mouth open, shoving two fingers past my teeth.

The taste of his skin and how his fingertips press on my tongue are too much. I lose my inner battle, letting the moan that’s been lodged in my lungs out.

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