Page 38 of Their Dark Rose

“Hungry, desperate flower.” Mason takes advantage of my weakness. He succeeds in his mission to pry my fingers off the covers. His blue gaze is more alive than I’ve ever seen it. “For you. All we’ve ever done is for you.”

Before I can grab the covers back, Falk yanks them off me. A humiliated cry leaves my lips, opening my throat for Finn involuntarily.

“Greedy for more of my fingers?” He doesn’t waste a second, sinking his fingers until they fill me. Choke me. “Fine, then. I’ll give you what you want.”

“No!” I lie. Every pore of my body, every blood cell—they all scream yes.

Mason’s gaze roams across my exposed body. His firm hand forces my leg to him. Parting my thighs. Giving the three of them a view of my arousal. My shame.

The rain is inaudible at this point. There are only my choked moans and pained cries and the brothers’ filthy, demeaning words.

“Such a pretty little liar.” The mattress dips where Falk puts one knee. It dips again when he climbs with the other, kneeling between my spread legs.

I try to close them. Mason tightens his grip on my thigh.

“Look how wet you are.” Falk fists the hem of my nightgown, thrusting it over my hips. His fingers bite into the flesh of the inside of my thighs. “I see you love Finn’s fingers inside your mouth. Should I tell him to go deeper?”

I shake my head, grunting out another muffled no. Another blatant lie.

Mason’s hand slides up to my waist, to my stomach beneath my nightgown. Up my ribs. He grabs the underside of my right breast, squeezing it until I scream on Finn’s fingers.

The youngest of the three chuckles, dark and seductive.

“I wonder…” Finn’s innocent voice doesn’t match the vicious way his fingers dip deeper, testing my gag reflex. I choke, and his smirk widens.

“Wonder what, Finn?” Mason’s thumb flicks on my hardened nipple. My betraying body jolts.

I have a feeling I’m not going to want to hear the rest of Finn’s sentence. More so when these three men talk over my head like I’m not in the room. Like I’m a doll. Their toy to use.

And these men don’t play nice.

Their hands are on me. Their entire focus is on me, despite the way they’re trying to hide it.

In their eyes, I’m no longer the poor girl whose parents neglected her. Not the kid with no one to take care of her but them. Not the teenager who needs to be homeschooled since they refuse to let me out into the world.

They see me as an adult. They’re fucking fixated on me.

I’m afraid. Worried about this situation escalating. Struggling to figure out what changed tonight that they touched me.

But I want it.

Even though I’m shaking, I crave their attention more than anything.

Falk’s predatory stance over me makes my breath hitch in my throat. My back arches, needing more of Mason’s touch on my breasts. I watch Finn next, and his half-smirk is the incentive I need to part my legs wider.

“I wonder…” Finn brings his face right on top of mine. His hazel eyes glitter in the dark. Then he darts his tongue out, licking the saliva trickling out the corner of my mouth. “How she would like them in her other holes.”

My answer is another gagging cough sound when he sinks his fingers deeper.

“I bet she’s wondering the same thing.” Falk drags his fingers higher up my thigh without letting up the pressure on my flesh. “Our little infuriating virgin over here is practically begging for her holes to be taken.”

His words are meant to degrade me. To humiliate me. He succeeds. And my sick mind latches onto every word, my breasts swelling, my ears begging for more.

Finn’s teeth nibble on the corner of my mouth. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to being kissed.

A movement above me snags my attention from my almost kiss. Mason no longer looks at my chest. Doesn’t torture my breasts anymore, just leaves his hand there.

His eyes are trained on Falk. On how his brother’s hands roam to the seam where my thighs stop and my pussy starts.

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