Page 98 of Their Dark Rose

Finn decides it’s high time to pluck his pocketknife from the table and prick the skin on his index finger.

“Do me too,” I whisper to him. Even at a time like this, the prospect of the pain he might inflict makes me wet.

The creases on Finn’s forehead smooth, and he pulls me to him.

“Work harder, Brent,” Falk barks while watching me offer my finger to Finn.

Falk’s bottle-green eyes darken from across the table, and as if entranced, he walks around it to stand at my other side.

“I am. Don’t you think I’m pissed off to have that bitch get away from us?”

Brent drones on about the efforts he’s been putting into finding her.

“Little freak,” Finn whispers before taking my hand in his and nicking the skin of my fingertip.

I moan at the first drop of blood, and Falk quiets me by covering my mouth with his hand. I lick his palm, and he glowers at me. Not an angry glower. A needy one.

My attention flicks to Finn when he tightens his grip on my wrist. Without rushing himself, he drags his tongue on my pulse point and up to my middle finger.

Falk’s other hand slips to my waist, his lips on my shoulder.

Mason stays put across from us, pretending to listen to Brent. He leans forward, palms flat on the table, his biceps flexing beneath his white dress shirt. So proper, so pristine. I wonder what people would think if they knew about the wicked piercings on his cock.

“Fine,” Mason growls at the detective. Most likely for wasting his time while he could be on the other side of the table with us.

With me sandwiched between Finn and Falk. The former sucks on my fresh cut, the latter has his hand slipping into my panties.

“Get it done,” is all Mason says, then hangs up. He stalks over to us, his eyes blazing with intent.

Falk must see him heading in our direction because he shifts the three of us back and away from the chairs.

“You’re a tease.” Mason drops to his knees, peeling off my leggings brutally. “And you’ll pay for it.”

I don’t have time to analyze what he means. His lips are on my clit where Falk’s hand was a second ago.

Mason shows me exactly what he means by sucking my clit so hard that stars explode behind my eyes. Falk’s hand wraps around my throat, and Finn’s sweet sucking becomes a vicious one when he bites my finger.

Mason was right. I am paying for it. Paying by having the fastest, most painful orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s like a million knives pricking my skin, like I’m walking through fire. I barely emerge out of it alive, but with the help of three sets of strong arms, I do.

Finn carries me to the living room, placing me softly on the sofa. The fireplace is lit, and the room is blissfully warm. And I’m blessed to be sitting between these three men after an earth-shattering orgasm.

Fuck Mallie. Fuck Thorn. For today, I’m adamant about enjoying the present moment.

“We have a surprise for you,” Falk says out of nowhere. I look at him, puzzled at the silk, rectangular box from the pocket of his sweats. One I haven’t noticed this whole time. “This is from the three of us.”

I blink at his unexpected declaration. At the gift that screams one thing and one thing alone.

“Yes, I do.” I snatch the box from his hands.

Their laughter fills the room, brightening the space with their rare sounds of joy.

“When we propose,” Finn starts, “we’ll give you a much bigger rock.”

I frown, opening the box. Inside lies a rose-shaped white gold diamond ring. I’m nearly blinded by the light reflecting from it. The diamonds on the band and in the center of the lotus flower gleam and glitter.

They’re beautiful.

Most of all, I love the ring because they chose it for me.

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