Page 50 of Their Dark Rose

“I would’ve just…” Falk glues my face to his nipple, forcing me to either suck on it or be suffocated by it.

I open my mouth for him, tasting his skin on my tongue. Pulling his nipple between my teeth.

His groan with Mason’s thumb grazing my ass and Finn’s cock on my belly drives me crazy. Panting, licking, grinding. Needing them.

“I would’ve just killed you.”

I gasp.

Finn interprets my shock as an entirely different thing.

“Jesus, look at how eager she is.” Finn tugs on my hair with one hand, grabbing his cock with the other to slap my hanging breasts.

“She is.” Mason’s thumb nudges into my pucker. “If we didn’t know better, we’d think you weren’t a virgin, flower.”

The sensation is foreign and so sudden that my body jerks in response. The moment my surprised whimper leaves my mouth, Falk is there to catch me.

He grabs my chin, pulling on it so I’ll look at him.

“Eager and beautiful.” The killer quality in Falk’s eyes melts. A tiny bit. “I’ve hated the world and what it’s done to us for a long time, princess. But I haven’t been angry with you. Never you.”

“So?” My heart beats furiously.

With Finn’s cock on it. Keeping me safe in his depraved way.

“I’ve hated myself for a lot of things. Same as Mason, mostly. For the way I looked at you. For this need to own you. To be buried so deep inside you you’ll be screaming my name.” He caresses my cheek, his touch sandpaper. “It’s been more than that, though. Princess, you’ve been a constant reminder that I failed. I failed at keeping you safe as your godfather and guardian.”

“Falk…”

“But we’ve had our fun regardless, haven’t we?” His gaze hardens and softens all at once. “You’ve given me as good as you’ve gotten. Ever since you turned seventeen, you had me riled up and so fucking turned on at the same time. You’re so fucking beautiful when you fight.”

Falk’s explanation is the barest apology. I don’t need one, since I won’t be apologizing for being a brat.

He sees it in my eyes. Sees through me so well.

“Come here.” He draws my face higher to him.

As much as the grip Finn has on my hair allows him.

“I’ve been dying to taste this bratty mouth for months,” he growls, his breath tickling my skin.

I hardly breathe. I forget to squirm when Mason’s thumb finally breaks through the tight bundle of nerves. When Finn’s precum leaks on my breasts.

Falk’s full lips are on mine, giving me my second kiss ever. An insanely wild one.

He’s feral. Brutal, even, with his teeth latching onto my bottom lip. I moan for him, parting my lips, offering my tongue.

Falk doesn’t hesitate to claim me. He bites, sucks, demands me to give him everything. His tongue rubs mine, his groans echoing through me.

Another groan comes from my left. Finn’s.

“She’s mine now,” he snaps.

Patience has never been Finn’s strong suit. He slides his hand beneath my chin, cupping my cheek and forcing me to leave his brother.

He pauses, smirking. The light from the hallway reflects on his titanium lip ring. In his hazel eyes.

“Last but not least,” he teases, rubbing my back. Leaning into me.

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