Page 89 of Their Dark Rose

“Come here.” Falk takes me from both of his brothers, shifting my exhausted body to straddle his. “Gonna fuck you nice and fast, princess.” He impales me with his cock, bringing my lips to his and not caring I’m dripping from his brother’s cum. “Well, maybe not so nice.”

Falk doesn’t lie. He never does. He digs his fingers into my hips, thrusting into me with every stroke of his cock. The shuffling noises at my back alert me Finn is moving behind me. The quick tugs of hand on skin tell me that he’s jerking off.

“Fuck her harder, Falk.” Finn’s breathless, his hand curling around my neck. “Our baby likes it hard.”

I’m quiet, brainless, powerless. I just watch Falk, giving him the keys to ride my body as he pleases. To the three of them.

“Let’s put that theory to the test.” Mason’s on his knees beside us, slapping my tits hard with everything he has in him.

Falk is just as brutal as he fucks me. I cry out, my head falling forward.

To the sound of my pained moans, both men orgasm almost at the same time. Finn’s hot cum spurts across my back, and Falk’s seed shoots inside my womb—he’s that deep.

They’re everywhere. And I…

“I love you.” I twist to pin each and every one of them with a gaze that emphasizes my declaration. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, little rose.” Finn wraps an arm around my stomach and presses my sticky back to his front. Kisses my lips.

“I love you, flower.” Mason grabs me next, his lips hot and demanding on mine.

“Princess.” Falk cups my cheeks, kissing and sucking my bottom lip passionately. “I love you.”

This is bliss. This is happiness. This is everything.

We remain like this for an undefinable length of time. An eternity of our special brand of love.

Until the need to be bratty rises in me. “So…does this mean we’re not going to the office today?”

“No, baby.” Finn bites on my shoulder.

Mason dips his head into the crook of my neck. “We’ll teach you some other day. You’re staying with us here for what’s left of the weekend.”

“Where you belong.” Falk runs his fingers on my skin. “Where you’ve always belonged.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

It’s been over a week since Coleman showed up at our doorstep.

A week of continuing our routine regardless of everything that’s been going on in our lives. Well, every day other than today. Today I’m alone here.

After just having finished my late dinner, I linger in the dark kitchen, washing my cereal bowl. I only half ate it. I watch the leftover milk run down the drain, the white blending into the silver of the stainless steel sink.

I wasn’t hungry throughout the entire day. My stomach has been twisted in knots, and no matter what I did, I’ve been nervous all day. Every day they’ve been going to the office ever since I found out about what Mallie did.

I’ve been so afraid for my men. Afraid for my own well-being.

The fear of what Mallie might be up to ever since she disappeared rattles me on a daily basis.

A fear that doesn’t let me be until I see them walking through the front door every evening. Engulfing me in their warmth. Loving me. Protecting me.

Despite the strong woman I’ve grown to be, the story about my aunt has managed to shake me to my core. Learning she killed my mom for money made me see the witch in a new light.

She’d played the role of the sweet aunt for years. I remember her hanging around my parents’ penthouse. Bringing them flowers. Regaling my mom with compliments on how pretty her blond hair looked when, in reality, it was greasy and a mess. Carrying small packets of the magic white powder and the magic syringes for Mom and Dad from their friends.

Fuck.

I’d been so blind. I had been for years until my godfathers showed me her true face. I remembered her fondly because she made my parents smile, but it was fake. All of it was fake.

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