Page 49 of Their Dark Rose

“But you hate me,” I repeat, my frown indignant.

Falk climbs the stairs, Mason close behind.

“This again,” the older brother says, his face lacking emotion. “You want to know why we were cruel all these years?”

This seems like a very strange time to have this conversation. But I’m curious. “Why?”

“The world’s a dangerous place.” Mason fixes me with his icy blue glare. “We couldn’t risk you going to school. We couldn’t risk you having friends. We couldn’t risk you getting too close to us.”

I swallow my self-pity and refrain from telling him I had no friends anyway.

“We needed you to grow a backbone. That’s part of why we’ve been harsh with you.” Pain flashes across Mason’s face for the briefest moment. “After we reminded ourselves that you’re more than your parents’ daughter. So much more.”

“Some of us are still fucking pissed.” Falk crosses the door to my bedroom, placing me on the carpet. Then he adds, “At what happened.”

“Then why are you here?“ I try to stare straight into his eyes, but I’m stopped.

Without Mason’s cock in my mouth and Finn demanding me to come, I see the world with clarity. I have my answer. Falk’s one and only tattoo is of a rose on his crotch. That’s why he’s here. He’s never been pissed at me. He loves me.

“Why not before?” I lean on my hands, straightening my arms as I scour the men crowding around me. “Finn’s forgiven me, and he showed it.”

He wags his eyebrows, the bastard.

“And you.” I start rising to my knees, pointing a blaming finger at Mason. “You weren’t as mad as Falk. I could tell.”

“Couldn’t do it before you turned eighteen.” Mason flips me on my belly, hoisting me up to all fours. “Twenty years younger than me. I needed to wait. If I’d been kinder to you, flower, we would’ve gotten close. You know what would’ve happened then?”

“What?” My voice is but a whisper.

He leans in close to my ear. “I’d have been comfortable around you. Wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself. Then I’d end up coming to your bedroom and destroying your precious pussy.”

He didn’t ruin the seventeen-year-old me.

I’m eighteen now. He’s going to demolish me.

With his piercings.

With his massive cock.

With his two brothers.

“Don’t.” On my hands and knees, I scramble forward.

“No, no, no.” Falk stands before me, his fingers entangling in my hair, tugging on it. “There’s no running from this.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t hate you.” He traces the fingers of his free hand on his tattoo. “And I won’t fucking kill you.”

“He hates the world.” Finn lowers beside me, kneeling and grinding his cock on my belly as he rubs my back. “That’s just Falk.”

“Fuck you, Finn.” Falk kneels in front of me. His woodsy scent and his arousal become more prominent, more seductive when he dips his lips to my ear. “Briar, if I would’ve wanted you dead, trust that I wouldn’t have been on board with present number two.”

Mason’s hands are on my ass, stroking it. He’s almost tender.

Until he isn’t. He spits on my asshole.

“Two?” I mumble as the daze consumes me again.

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