Page 69 of Their Dark Rose

“Stop it.” Falk hovers over me.

“No, don’t tell me to st—“

Mason’s hand comes from behind me, clamping on my mouth. “Are you going to be a good girl and say goodbye without apologizing, or would you prefer we go straight to Plan B?”

“Mmm-mm?” I try to say Plan B. I fail. I fail miserably.

“We figured you were going to take the blame for shit you didn’t do. Because of us.” Finn reaches to my leg, widens the tear he and Falk made to my stockings, and pinches my clit through my panties.

In front of his parents’ graves.

Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan. It’s a cemetery, for Christ’s sake. Do not moan.

“Yes, Plan B.” Falk accepts something from Mason. A dark fabric.

What the hell?

“We’re going to fuck the baseless guilt out of you.” Finn leaves my pussy to take what Mason passes onto him.

“And we figured it’d be easier if you didn’t see our faces.” Mason grabs my hips and spins me to him.

My jaw drops. My lungs empty as if I’d been sucker punched.

Instead of my Mason, a Ghostface mask waits for me. Same to my right.

And to my left.

They circle me, killers assessing how much fun it’d be to toy with this little lamb.

“Go to the nearest tree,” Finn orders me.

“I’m…” Scared. Weirdly turned on. Neither of them seems like the right thing to say.

Just like this doesn’t feel like the right thing to do here.

“Another second of you standing here, we’ll grant you a punishment you really don’t want, princess.” Falk moves to stand next to Mason, his hand wrapped around my throat.

“We brought lube, but…” Mason pushes my coat over my shoulders and drops it to the wet grass.

I don’t feel the cold. Don’t feel it in the slightest.

Their touches, looks, attention—it all heats me from both inside and out.

“But what?” I whisper.

“But if you’re being a brat,”—Finn tugs on my hair, releasing the knot in a groan—“we can test how much your ass can take. Without preparation.”

“No.” My hands fly to my behind.

“Yes.” Finn slaps them away.

Mason grabs one wrist, Falk the other.

“The choice is yours, flower.”

They unclench their fists. My hands fall to the sides.

I don’t just walk to the tree they instructed me to move to.

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