Page 36 of Their Dark Rose

They didn’t simply let me go twice today. They were playing with their food.

The morning was their amuse-bouche. The afternoon, the appetizer.

And tonight…tonight they’re ready for the main course.

Hunting me down was only a question of when, not if.

They would’ve been here whether I screamed or not.

My mouth clamps shut with fear.

But I’m intrigued. Deadly curious to see them in this new light.

My eyes roam free, roaming over the three men surrounding me.

The three brothers’ sweatpants hang low on their tapered hips. V-shaped muscles and a light smattering of hair call me to look lower. To where their erect cocks stretch the fabric of their sweatpants.

For me.

A fluttering sensation, stronger than I’ve ever felt, flits through me. Hardening my nipples. Suffocating me in warmth.

“Little rose…” Finn’s taunt is sweet poison. “See anything you like?”

My embarrassment is overwhelming. I yelp, hesitantly dragging my eyes to his.

His expression has changed while I’ve been busy ogling. A smirk replaces his scowl. He presses his hands to my bed, leaning forward.

“Finn?”

He says nothing, his tongue toying with his lip ring.

Sex pours from him to my bed, curling around me in a dark cloud.

Another second of it, and I’ll moan.

I twist to Mason. Mason should be safe.

Except he’s not. Not even close.

The older brother scans my body beneath the covers. His blue gaze lingers on the swells of my breasts, his chest expanding as he draws in a long breath.

“Are you hurt?” His tone lacks any sign of compassion.

It holds no empathy for me. It only promises bad things are coming my way.

“N-no, I…” My voice falters. I blink, scouring for the words I want to say.

Why did I scream in the first place?

“You what?” Falk grips my covers from the bottom.

His biceps strain as he leans forward. Ready to rip my covers off me.

He’ll leave me exposed to them.

Completely exposed. I didn’t plan for this. Couldn’t plan for this.

I have no panties under my sheer, lace nightgown. No bra.

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