Page 84 of Their Dark Rose

Because Falk is here.

Because the violence overflowing from him will shield me against the entire universe.

I tune him out to listen in to the conversation downstairs, checking if I hear Mallie or Thorn.

“Briar?” Finn fills up the doorway. My other dark knight in his leather jacket and concerned scowl. “What’s wrong?”

I nod in his direction. “Is it them?”

“Kinda wish it was.” A small smirk tugs at his lips. His hands clench and unclench as dark ideas cross through his hazel eyes. “But nope, just that asshole, Mitchell Coleman.”

“He’s here?” Falk is up in a second, dashing to the door.

“Yup.” Finn steps aside, pulling his lip ring in, his voice amused.

“Coleman, the city clerk?” I rise to my feet, easily. The threat is gone, and so is the gripping fear. “On a Sunday?”

“He didn’t want to wait until Monday and have Falk and me paying a visit to his office.” The wickedness in Finn’s wink sends another wave of arousal through me.

“To confront him about the bid he canceled?”

I remember Falk’s vein throbbing on Saturday afternoon. The only time he wasn’t smiling or ripping my clothes off was when he called the city clerk.

See, Falk doesn’t like it when someone tries to scam us. And this guy did. He emailed him after our bid was approved that our bid had holes in it and another construction company would handle the project. Needless to say, Falk fumed at it.

Then he forgot about this mess when I had his dick in my mouth, warming it. Loving it.

He sure does remember it now.

“You think coming to our house will make me forgive you, huh?”

The sound of a fist crashing into someone’s face is followed by a pained groan.

I open my legs instinctively. Finn smirks, prowling toward me. He gets down on his knees, unbuttoning my jeans.

“Just a quick one.” Finn forces my jeans down, pushing my panties to the side with his finger. “I’ll make you orgasm so hard on my tongue, baby. So fucking hard.”

“Finn.” I press my chest forward as the screams revert to more mumbling. “Please.”

He looks up at me beneath his thick, dark lashes. “Beg me again.”

“Please. Please.”

“Such a good girl.” He lowers his mouth to my pussy, sucking on my clit without any preamble.

I bite down my scream, but I can’t stop writhing into his face. I slide a hand beneath my shirt, watching Finn watching me as I pinch my nipple beneath the layers of clothing.

“Jesus, that’s hot.” He comes up for air. “Fuck my face. Take what you want from me.”

And I do. While he’s sucking and licking me from my entrance to my clit, I rock against his face, squirming whenever his lip ring grazes my clit. When I come, I push his face into my pussy, making him lick me until he wrings out the last of my orgasm.

“Baby.” He stands up, undoing the button and fly of his jeans. His cock hard and damp when he takes it out of his boxers.

I gape at him, getting hot all over again.

“Pull your panties down,” he says, his voice strained.

I rush to wiggle out of them, lying on my bed with my pussy bare.

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