Page 39 of Their Dark Rose

“Careful, Falk.” His voice bears a warning.

Falk’s head shoots up while Finn dips his tongue into my mouth between his fingers. I don’t see the others, just hear them.

“Careful what? She’s desperate.” He slides his forefinger on my slit, then holds the wet digit up where I can see.

To my shame, it glistens in the moonlight.

“Soaking.” He sucks it into his mouth. “Might as well start now.”

“Stop it, Falk,” Mason thunders. “We have plans for her. We’re not diverting from them.”

Plans? Plans for what?

“Little rose,” Finn drawls, and I frantically search his hooded eyes for answers. “I hope you’re ready.”

I try to ask, “What?” But it sounds like, huh?

“We’re finally able to give you a good reason to stay.” Finn pulls back by some, scratching the roof of my mouth. He’s gentle. Teasing. Coaxing more gagging out of me. “Able to do whatever we want. To let you have what you’re desperate for.”

He doesn’t make sense. None of this does.

The age of consent in Massachusetts is sixteen. They could’ve done this two years ago. And they hated me.

So what does giving me a good reason to stay mean?

Oh my God. They’re going to breed me. They’re going to impregnate me to keep me here.

They’ve acted as my wardens for the past eight years. They were cruel because they hated me, but they hadn’t dated in a while, either. They haven’t found anyone and now they’re out to use me as a womb.

No. Not like this.

Not when they hate me. I pictured the day I’d try to get pregnant so differently. I’ve never been the girl who dreamed about being sweet-talked or of tender touches. Neither have I hoped for someone to use me as a living womb.

Especially not them. The men I hoped would one day love me.

My eyes widen, my pulse kicks up. I’d close my legs if Falk’s hold wasn’t this harsh and demanding.

“Bad timing, Finnley.” Mason grabs him by the hair. “Remember, this isn’t what we planned.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” Finn’s grin stretches on his face. “Looking at her scared is such a fucking turn-on.”

The rising panic sets fire to my hands. The shock has numbed them until this very moment. Until I heard about these plans.

I grab Finn’s wrist, pulling on it. He’s stronger. Determined to keep his fingers in my mouth.

“Yeah, it is.” Falk’s hot breath tickles my wet mound. “The fear makes her pussy smell sweeter.”

Tears well in my eyes. My panic is overwhelming.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

I can’t.

“Calm down.” Mason, the more controlled brother, taps on my nipple. “This isn’t what you think. Whatever goes on inside your head, this isn’t it. We’ll never force you to stay here. Or put babies inside you.”

How does he know?

“Without your permission.” Finn winks. “You’ll give it to us, though. Eventually.”

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