Page 104 of Their Dark Rose

“Also—” Thorn’s spit lands on my face. Not gagging becomes harder and harder with these two. “Thanks for doing everything you fucking can to ruin my boner for a lifetime! Like this isn’t hard for me as it fucking is.”

“Think hard and you’ll be hard, darling,” she commands.

“Yes, Mallie,” he grunts and goes on rocking his helpless little creature between my pussy lips.

Jesus. I’m aware she’s his adoptive mother, but seriously? What’s been going on in their house all these years?

Deciding I couldn’t care less about what this sadistic fuck went through, I refocus my remaining energy on breaking free.

One scenario is that Thorn might get hard before I slip out of my restraints. In that case, my safest option will be to clench my pussy as tight as humanly possible.

With some luck and divine intervention, I hope I’ll be able to cut off his blood supply. Or something.

Ugh, who am I kidding? That asshole would probably come before I manage to cause actual damage.

So, no, I’m not waiting for his dick to function. I will not.

I train my attention on my bound wrists and ankles. As Thorn thrusts our bodies on the bed, I feel an out.

Yes! I finally feel it!

The knot on my left wrist is slowly loosening, and my God, how it makes everything better. I almost cry again, then swallow it back. These assholes won’t see me cry, even if my tears are those of relief.

“Come on, come on,” Thorn mumbles to himself. “Think hard, get hard.”

His embarrassing attempts to hype himself throw me off momentarily. He’s repeating his stepmother’s words while trying to rape me. In what world does this make sense?

I’m grateful for the cloth gagging me. Otherwise, he would’ve seen my lips twist instinctively with disgust.

Let him say whatever. Left wrist, Briar. That’s where your focus should be. Escaping this monster.

Right.

I have no way of knowing where Thorn aims his gaze, if he’ll catch me before I wriggle out of the loosened restrained.

My options are limited, considering I’m still pretending to sleep. He could be looking at my face, my tits, my hands, or he may have just shut his eyes to imagine his stepmom isn’t here in this room.

All I can do is run a test drive.

And I do. I curl my middle finger first, flipping him off because fuck this dude.

Grunt, grunt, grunt.

I curl my index finger next.

More nauseating grunts, nothing to indicate he’s caught me.

Okay, now to the final step. I have this. I can do it.

Twisting my wrist left and right, it finally happens.

The knot loosens up.

Enthusiasm flutters in my chest. Adrenaline shoots straight into my brain.

I have a chance. I can break free. I—

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. His dick stiffens.

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