Page 43 of Their Dark Rose

My resistance lessens as he spins me toward the door.

Then I see them.

Silently, Mason and Falk walk one after the other into the living room. They look powerful, their gait slow and menacing.

“Please.”

“Please continue?”

I have no way to reply to him. Especially when my heart screams yes. Finn takes my silence as the consent it is, whirling me again to where his brothers went.

Falk sits gracefully, like the panther he is, on the cream-colored sofa. He keeps his eyes on us, spreads his legs, and rubs his hands on his knees.

Mason heads to the fireplace, turning it on as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. As if I’m not being held captive by Finn.

As if they haven’t turned the girl they’re responsible for into prey. A toy to play with.

The orange flames light up the living room, licking up the fireplace. Their warmth doesn’t reach me.

I’m cold from deep within. My bones freeze as I watch Mason take his place next to Falk.

“You liked how we touched you in your room,” Mason states a fact.

I can’t give him an answer either. Because my reply to that is also a yes.

Finn’s hands slide down the length of my nightgown. Gripping the fabric covering my hips. Lifting it.

Baring me to his brothers.

His fingers tease my entrance, his lips curving on the sensitive skin of my neck. “She likes what we’re doing here, too. Our little plaything loves being chased.”

“No!” I whimper, struggling in his arms.

“Uh, yeah you do.” Finn removes his hand from my pussy, bringing two gleaming fingers to my mouth.

When I clamp my mouth shut, Mason pushes himself off the sofa. He forces my bottom lip down.

I shake my head, grinding my teeth together, growling at him.

“I’m not asking, sweet girl.” My jaw’s strength isn’t an obstacle for big, menacing Mason. “I’m ordering you. Taste yourself.”

Prying my mouth open with little effort, Mason grabs Finn’s fingers and smears my own juices on the inside of my lips and my gums. Showing disinterest as he does.

“Taste how wet you are for us.” He keeps dipping Finn’s fingers into me, in and out.

My lips go slack, accepting the depravity.

“Good girl.” He lets go of my lip, using the spit-coated fingers to push one of my nightgown’s straps over my shoulder. Freeing my breast and eyeing my nakedness.

“Now feel how desperate you are for us.” Finn grips my hand, moving it to cover my breast. Forcing me to slide my fingers along my taut nipple.

While the men touch and degrade me, my bully on the sofa doesn’t move. Behind Mason’s back, I catch his green gaze on me. A predator’s gaze.

The fact that he doesn’t join them doesn’t mean he’s not playing. He has plans for me. Out of the three men, I worry Falk’s will be the worst ones.

Because he’s silent.

Because I’ve got years of experience with him.

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