Page 114 of Their Dark Rose

“Thank you, Mason.” We lean toward each other over Mallie’s screaming, bleeding face.

Mason’s lips mold into mine, my face fitting into his large palm. His tongue rubs mine, his scruff scratching my chin like it does when he goes down on me.

I moan into his mouth, moaning harder from feeling a hand spank my ass.

“Later,” Falk orders.

I obey. Breathless and hot all over, I draw back from Mason, walking over to the side.

So the show can begin.

“Finally, to the main event.” Finn claps his hands together, a malicious grin curving his lips up. He’s insanely handsome when he’s eager to unleash his violence on someone.

Even if that someone is me.

Tonight, though, it isn’t. Tonight, there’ll be nothing erotic about what we’re doing.

At least not for the four of us.

“You, Thorn Net, have wronged us,” Falk starts. “Gravely so.”

“Wait, just wa—”

The back of Falk’s hand lands on Thorn’s face. Falk’s knuckles crush into Thorn’s cheekbone, sending my step-cousin’s head flying to the side, his newly split lip bleeding on his shoulder.

“Shut up.” Falk grabs the sobbing idiot’s face, pulling him back to look at us. “You’re not to speak unless spoken to.”

Tears run down Thorn’s cheek. Snot trickles from his nose to his lips. He’s a laughable, slobbering mess.

It’s exactly what he deserves.

“However, we are willing to show you a shred of mercy,” Finn muses.

Thorn’s head snaps to the other side where Finn stands. Hope glimmers in his one eye. He deserves to feel hopeful. Deserves to crash hard when my men will obliterate it.

“Please. I’ll do anything.”

“No need to do anything.” Finn taps Thorn’s nose as if my step-cousin is a street dog instead of a human being. “We’re generous enough to grant you one last pleasure before we kill you.”

“Really?” Thorn’s one eye blinks.

Poor little idiot. He called me stupid? This fucker is dumber than a rock.

“Yes.” Finn seems entirely too entertained by this exchange.

“So that means you’ll untie me?”

Falk grabs Thorn’s throat. “I said no talking unless you’re spoken to.”

“Not that generous.” Slapping Thorn’s cheek a couple of times in a faux-fatherly gesture, Finn takes a step back. “However, you did want to come before we interrupted you, didn’t you, Thorn?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Thorn mumbles repeatedly.

“Don’t hurt him, you bastards,” Mallie shouts over her stepson’s pleas. I’m shocked at the rare display of emotion toward anyone but herself.

“See, Mallie, that’s where you’re wrong.” Mason tugs on her hair. “We don’t take orders from you. Never have, and you can trust we won’t be starting today.”

She cries out in pain. I let out a low growl as I glare at where he’s holding her.

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