Page 40 of Their Dark Rose

“Later.” Mason emphasizes his authority by pinching my nipple.

At the same moment, Falk twists my clit between his fingers. And when Finn bends to grab my earlobe in his teeth, stars explode behind my eyes. I lose what little control I had over my body as it shakes and quivers. My orgasm hits me hard and furious, clouding my senses. The blessed intensity obliterates my shame for a few long seconds.

As do their unconventional, degrading praise.

“You’re trying to make us come, little rose?” Finn lifts his fingers out of my mouth. A string of spit connects his fingertips to my tongue. “You want to ruin the fun when we come all over you, right here, right now?”

I want to ask, “As opposed to?”

“You can forget about that.” Mason takes over before my heavy lips can speak. “You’re saying goodbye to your virginity tonight.”

“What?”

My brain is shocked. My body reacts to Falk’s tongue on my navel.

“Desperate princess, look at her writhe.”

At that, Mason removes his hand from my body. “Enough, Falk.”

Bottle-green eyes glare daggers at Mason.

“She’s not them,“ Mason seethes.

“Nothing like them.” Finn pinches my nipple, licking his lips when I gasp.

He moves to stand behind Falk at the foot of the bed. Any trace of humor leaves his face. His lips press into a straight line.

“We’re sticking to the plan,” Mason repeats what he said earlier, enunciating every word. “We’re doing this the right way.”

I’m still a million shades of confused. With my orgasm gone, I’m embarrassed too. My hands, finally deciding to work, shoot to cover my pussy.

Falk lifts his to slap them away.

Mason hauls Falk off me. “Back down.”

The three of them stand next to each other. Tight chests, hard cocks, menacing eyes.

“Fine.” Falk rakes a hand through his short hair. He’s missing his usual annoyed frown, though. It’s like he’s impatient. Like the concept of touching me doesn’t repulse him.

Free of their physical hold, I scoot back, leaning against the headboard.

“Consider this your first birthday gift,” Mason announces ceremoniously.

“What’s this?”

The muscles in his face are firm, his voice cool. A complete contrast to the pulsing need below the waistband of his sweats.

In the dark of the night, his control doesn’t soothe me. It freaks me the fuck out. Scary men possess this kind of self-restraint. Bad men.

“W-what gift?”

“You get to run.” Falk jerks his head toward the door.

Finn’s lips curve slowly. “Before we take you.”

“Take me where?” And where the fuck could I run? They just said I’m staying with them. That they’ll make me.

Falk’s eyebrow quirks up. “Wrong question and you fucking know it, princess.”

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