Page 95 of Their Dark Rose

As Finn accepts his cum back, I realize having Mason in my ass doesn’t frighten me anymore. I’ll take his pierced cock like a good girl. I’ll love the agonizing pain.

I have no doubt I’ll be begging for more.

“Beautiful plaything.” Falk flips me on my belly when Finn’s done, hoisting me up on all fours. “We’ll make you wet for my brother.”

A surprised yelp bursts out of me. Then a pleasured groan as hot, sticky fluid drips down my sensitive back hole.

Finn.

He’s spitting on me one second, his finger in my ass the next.

“There’s your lube, pretty little rose.” I spin my head, watching him lick his lips.

He twists his finger and seed inside me, left and right. Kind of like he’s asking my muscles to relax for him.

The ways he chooses to express his love are a far cry from being conventional. Nothing I’ve ever seen in the movies could compare to our weird cum play. I don’t need us to be conventional or what others deem as sane.

I need Finn to be himself. Real, flawed, and a touch psychotic.

So I can be that person too.

“Lubed.” He leans in to bite my butt cheek, chuckling a low laugh when I scream. “Just not enough.”

My cheeks flame, my heart beating wildly. Being turned on by what else they could do to me could only be described as bad. Wrong. Filthy.

I’m scared of myself. Of what they’ve awoken in me.

Of them and their dark desires.

Yet I stay still, accepting what comes next.

Falk’s fingers burrow into my pussy. Our joined orgasms coat them, wetness he drags up to my crack.

“Beautiful, tight little asshole.” His praise sounds like a warning.

Because it most absolutely is.

He penetrates my asshole, two fingers stretching me to my limits. I shriek, reflexively clawing forward and away from him.

Mason doesn’t let me go anywhere. He closes his hand on the back of my neck, pressing me down to the mattress.

I’m sweaty, my hair clinging to my face, to my nape. My pulse thunders between my ears.

Between strands of my blond hair, I find Mason. I see his wide shoulders and the cold aura around him. The depraved desire for me and all the delicious pain he’ll impart on me soon.

Very soon.

“There’s more, princess.” Falk spanks me with one hand, forcing me to his hips with the other. “You heard what Mason said. You’ll take every drop, or you’ll hurt.”

“He’s right,” Mason growls. “I’m going to own your ass. You’ll scream, and you’ll cry. My name will echo on every wall of this house, and tomorrow, when you’re sore and in pain, you know what will happen.”

“W-what?”

“You’ll come and beg me for more.”

I gasp. Then moan from Falk’s violent ministrations. I’m pathetic to love this. Pathetic to push into Falk’s touch with simple words like, “You’re being such a good girl, princess. The perfect plaything.”

“So ready for me.” Mason’s strong hand lifts me by the hair, his demanding mouth claiming mine. “You can say stop whenever you want, and I’ll pull out.“ His brows lower, his lips brushing mine seductively. “You won’t, though. It’s a promise.”

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