Page 52 of Their Dark Rose

A flitting one.

Evil slithers back into his expression, masking his vulnerability. “Just so you know, Finn has a thing for torture. In case that’s what you’re basing your decision on.”

Oh, I know all about Finn’s proclivity for tormenting people. I’ve sat at the dinner table where he described—and chuckled over—the murder mission he was sent on. Or the times he had to beat up people twice his size.

None of those encounters ended quickly, not until Finn was satisfied.

But tonight, he’s not the only one whose kinks I’m trembling from.

“I’m scared of everything, Falk,” I confess. “Of the three of you. Of what you might do to me back there.”

Without moving a muscle on his face, he nods. “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait for your ass, too, princess. You might fear having all of us now, but you won’t soon. We’ll stretch you. We’ll take care of you. You’ll be our needy cum whore begging for us to finish in each and every one of your holes.”

No words come out of my mouth. I just glare at him.

“That’s what you are, aren’t you?” He lowers himself to the carpet, lying on his back.

His heavy cock lies on his muscular abs. A drop of precum glistens on the tip. My whole focus goes there, my tongue running across my swollen lips.

“Just like Falk said. So hungry for our cum.” Finn wraps his hand in my hair. “Go on, Briar. Get on my brother’s cock.”

“Crawl to me.” Falk leans on his forearms. “Crawl to me and sit on my cock.”

“I don’t know how,” I object, meaning the latter.

“We’ll teach you.” He smirks, beckoning me to him. “Probably the most valuable lesson we’ve taught you so far. Come here.”

I go. My pussy is right above Falk’s cock when I reach him, his face below mine. He holds the base of his dick, tapping the head to my hyper-sensitized clit, coaxing a moan from me.

“Sit. On. It.” He positions the head to my slit. “Simple as that. Just fucking sit on me, Briar. Take me. Then you fucking ride me.”

Slowly, I do as he instructs me. To our sides, I hear and sense Mason and Finn jerking off to us.

“That’s a good girl,” Falk seethes, lowering me on him.

“Ow!” I yelp once his thickness pushes against my hymen. The sting hurts, filling me. There’s no way he’s going all the way in.

That Finn will fit too.

I won’t just be full. They’ll tear me in half.

Falk grips my hips tighter. “There’s more to go, princess. Much more.”

Mason kneels beside me, spitting on his fingers. “There you go.” He massages my clit.

“I can’t.” My pathetic cry brings a sinister smile to Falk’s lips.

“Yes,”—he shoves me lower—“you”—I feel him going through the tissues—”can.”

My mouth opens to gasp for air. To scream. To make some kind of sound to reflect the pain in my pussy.

Nothing comes out.

Falk is anything but quiet.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, Briar.”

Dampness trickles between our bodies. Part of it is my arousal. The other is blood. I keep my gaze fixed on Falk, ashamed for tainting his dick.

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