Page 115 of Their Dark Rose

“Flower, when we’re back home, I’ll tug on your hair so hard you’ll be begging me to stop.” Mason’s air of authority sends a zap of electricity through me. “You’ll faint because of how much it’ll hurt. You have my word.”

In the midst of a room that stinks of Thorn’s poop and blood, I find myself floating. Smiling. I guess love can make you react in the craziest of ways. And be totally okay with it.

“He didn’t want to be a part of this plan. I made him.” Mallie’s miserable voice interjects my daydreams about orgasming from the pain of having my hair pulled. “I ordered him to kidnap and rape her. My boy is too obedient for his own good. Let him go, he’s suffered enough. I’m the one you’re after.”

“Still mama’s boy at twenty-three, huh?” Falk smacks Thorn across the head.

“N-n-not her fault,” he murmurs, crying as he does.

“Embarrassing.” Falk flips his palm to face up, beckoning me. “The knife, princess. I’m getting tired of these two. I need this night to end.”

His hand closes over mine as I hand it over to him. He pulls me closer, kissing my cheek with an uncharacteristic softness.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Never better.” I reach up on my tiptoes to bite his earlobe. “Now, do it. You need this night to be over, and I need your dick inside me.”

“You’ll have it. Anything you ask, it’s yours.”

I can tell it hurts him to turn to Thorn. But a plan is a plan. A fucking epic one, too.

Falk passes Finn the knife so his brother can cut off the rope tying Thorn’s right hand to his body.

“So about your orgasm.” Finn grabs Thorn by the forearm, leading him to the miserable exposed thing between his legs. “Go ahead. Make yourself come.”

“What?” Thorn’s lips part.

“You sick bastards!” Mallie cries out. “No!”

Mason slips a hand to choke her. “Shut the hell up or your stepson will watch me tear off your limbs one by one.”

“I can’t do it.” Thorn looks at the floor, his oily blond hair falling into his eye. “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”

“Little Thorn.” I kneel in front of him. As repulsive as he is, I power through. I won’t let a simple thing as stench ruin our plans. “Remember what Mama told you?”

“Huh?” He lifts his head, thinking I’m about to say something kind to him.

Joke’s on you, loser.

“Remember when you were over there?” Disgusted, I point over to where he did his best to rape me.

“Don’t you dare, Br—” Mallie starts growling.

The end of her sentence is cut off. I’m betting because Mason tightens his grip on the witch’s throat.

“Oh, but I will dare.” I whip my head to her, winking before I resume our conversation. “I believe it was something along the lines of…think hard, get hard. Wasn’t it?”

Mallie huffs. Thorn’s remaining eye nearly bulges out of its socket.

“Yes, yes, it was. So go ahead, cousin.” My teeth are bare, anger mixing with the joy I get out of torturing him. “Think hard, little Thorn, and get hard.”

Retching noises rise from his throat. “No. Please just kill me, Rosie.”

“I fucking hate that nickname.” My snarl is a feral one. “I’m Briar Rose, motherfucker. And no, there’ll be no mercy for you. You brought this on yourself, Thorn. All you.”

In a last dire attempt to save himself, he raises his hand to hit me.

“Mallie.” Finn’s fingers clutch around Thorn’s wrist, hauling his hand to his lap again. “Your stepson has absolutely no manners.”

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