Page 85 of Their Dark Rose

“Yeah, just like that.” Finn jacks off, his eyes never leaving my dripping pussy. “Just. Like. That.”

He straddles my closed legs, kneeling on the bed. “Gonna soak this pretty little cunt with my cum, then push it inside you. One of us is going to get you pregnant first, and I want it to be me.”

Finn’s full lips that taste like me latch onto mine. My moans blend with his groans, and a few seconds later, I feel his sperm on my clit, running down to my crack.

We both breathe hard. I breathe harder when he gathers his seed and pushes it into my core, as deep as he can go.

“More.” I arch my back, needing him to touch me again.

“Nope.” Finn kisses my nose, stands up, and tucks himself in before helping me dress and up off the bed. “We’re missing out on the fun part of running your business downstairs. Let’s go.”

“Ours,” I emphasize as we cross the landing.

From below us, the men start shouting again.

“No, asshole, we won’t forget the multi-million-dollar project you robbed from us. We. Will. Not.”

Boom.

From a distance, I see Falk’s fingers clutching Coleman’s lilac-colored sweater. With his other hand, he punches the man’s ribs.

“Yours, little rose.” Finn ushers me to the foyer of our home. To where the violent scene unfolds. “We just held onto it for you.”

“No, Falk, I swear,” Coleman whimpers.

Mason notices us. Wearing a sexy black suit and a serious gaze, he stalks over to where Finn and I stand.

“And now we’re your humble servants,” Mason says in my ear.

Apparently, the eldest brother heard us. Then again, Finn wasn’t quiet, and we did stop three feet away from the commotion.

“In the firm,” Mason stresses, his icy blue eyes full of warning and lust.

“Swear what?” Falk comes nose to nose with the much shorter, bald guy.

Coleman whimpers. His pathetic cry doesn’t deter my furious man. “You swear you didn’t pull strings to point out imaginary holes in our bid?”

A tear trickles down Coleman’s eye. A fucking tear.

My old teacher Miss Jones would’ve never cried, I’m sure she wouldn’t. My idol. The woman whose image kept me strong when facing these men throughout the years.

This man is a joke. A fucking loser.

He’s a stain, ruining the beauty of the gray winter light filtering into our home.

“Please, I—”

“Or is it that you swear you didn’t set it up so your brother-in-law could steal the project from us?” Falk’s strength is no match to Coleman’s, and he bashes him into our wall like he’s nothing. “Which is it, huh? Both? Neither?”

Mason’s lips are in my ear again. “You okay watching this?”

I twist to him, to the curiosity reflecting in his icy blues. And I grin. An evil grin. Finn’s smile stretches on my lips, reaching my eyes.

“I’m turned on.”

“You are, aren’t you?” Mason tugs my hair behind my ear, and I sense Finn taking a small step toward us. “Violence makes you eager for cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

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