Page 118 of Their Dark Rose

“So close,” the lust-dazed Thorn breathes, staring at her over Finn’s shoulder.

“Yes,” she cries. Sobs, actually. “You fucking monsters.”

What a beautiful sight. To have her on her proverbial knees after what she’s put me through. And it’s only the beginning.

“I guess we are.” Finn winks at me.

His smirk doesn’t leave his beautiful lips when he finally strikes.

One second, Thorn’s hand runs up to the tip of his cock. The next, Finn covers Thorn’s hand with his, holding Thorn’s cock in place.

Thorn moans some more, oblivious to who and why he’s squeezed like this.

That is until Finn slices the loser’s dick right off.

“AHHHHH!” Thorn’s head falls back. His remaining eye opens in horror.

A new wave of vomit spills out of his mouth. With a sick satisfaction, I watch as some remains inside. Choking him since he’s still screaming in pure agony.

His screams blend into Mallie’s. Both of them rattle in their chairs, him seizing and Mallie cursing us left and right, trying to break out of her restraints.

She curses worse as she sees Finn approaching her.

Falk’s presence is hot and consumes me as we watch this. I twist to him, smiling at his severe frown.

“Briar.” He pulls me closer to him, watching me intently. “You sure you’re good? None of us will think any less of you if you sit this one out.”

“Are you kidding me?” I break his gaze to return to Finn and Mason. To Mallie and her soon-to-be dinner. “I need this. I need to see how she pays for what she’s put me through.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how much you enjoy this,” Falk carries on, his tone flat. As if this is a normal conversation on a normal day.

“She sat through our dinners, brother, and we haven’t been the best influence.” Finn swivels his head to us, answering for me. What’s left of Thorn’s dick is in his hand, and my step-cousin’s blood covers most of Finn’s tattoos. “We’ve never been careful to keep it PG-13.”

“I don’t need to wrap my head around anything.” Mason flattens his palm on Mallie’s face, his fingers on her top lip, his hand on her nose and forehead. “Like I said, I saw it in her. Beautiful and violent.”

In the background, Thorn’s wailing slowly dies out.

As does he.

“Thorn.” Tears streak across Mallie’s cheeks. “Thorn, say something.”

“No.” Finn’s grin is broad and effervescent. In my eyes. To Mallie, I’m sure he looks like a full-blown raging psycho. “You say something, dear old Mallie.”

“Fuck you, you—“

“Say Aah,“ Finn instructs.

Before he finishes, Mason uses his free hand to grip her spit-coated bottom lip. She groans and gurgles, but Mason doesn’t let go. In fact, he’s ferocious as he pulls both her lips apart.

“Ng, ng, nnnngggg.” The O sound gets stuck in her throat, her No’s coming out chopped and miserable.

“What’s the matter, Mallie?” Falk drags me with him as he moves into her line of sight. “The photos our detectives sent us made it look like you really enjoyed sucking your stepson off.”

They’ve kept this part for me, my three men. Even when we were in the bathroom, and they shared their plan with me, they hid this part. I don’t have to wonder why, though.

This was Finn’s idea. One hundred percent, him. He thought I’d appreciate the surprise.

And I do. I so do.

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