Page 44 of Their Dark Rose

Because he’s Falk.

“Are you ready to admit you want us?” Mason’s solemn tone is colder than the night outside.

I’d have bought his disinterested act if he wouldn’t have stepped closer. He’s grinding himself into me in calculated rocks, sliding his cock on my belly. Despite being covered, I feel every inch of him.

He’s big. They all are from what I’ve seen.

Then I notice something other than Mason’s size.

I’m pretty sure he went commando today. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to notice the metal on my belly.

He pierced his cock.

And he wants to fuck me with it. I’m a virgin, and he wants to tear me with his pierced dick.

“No,” I whisper, my eyebrows shooting up.

“Yes.” He cocks an eyebrow, telling me he knows why I said no. That I felt him. “You’re ours, Briar. You’ll take us. You’ll thank us. You’ll beg us for more.”

“I hate you!” I spit out, lying out of fear.

If they’d actually hurt me like I think they would, no one would hear me scream. This brick house is basically soundproof. The rain will silence my cries altogether.

“No, you don’t,” Finn calls me out on my lie.

“I do!”

“Give her to me,” Mason orders.

Finn doesn’t argue. His tattooed hands slither up my body, cupping my jaw from under. Mason gazes into my soul while Finn tilts my head up to Mason.

Offering me to his brother.

“You are ours, whether you hate us or not. And I’m about to be your first real kiss. Hate me or not.” Mason presses his forehead to mine, his gaze anguished. “Which means I won’t be the first to claim your virgin pussy. But you smell so sweet, Briar. Too sweet for me to give it to anyone else. As much as I love my brothers.”

His breath is mint and desire. His hands on my waist are possessive despite warning me they plan on sharing me.

“I’ll just have to settle for another hole to take first,” he groans before crushing his lips to mine.

Mason’s demanding fingers lower to my ass, pulling me off of Finn and to his body. His tongue coaxes my lips to open, my teeth to part, and let him in.

Finn doesn’t move as Mason angles his head slightly to delve deeper. Pressing his lips harder to me. And I succumb to him, returning the kiss. My first one ever, not including Finn’s tongue on me.

For the past year—maybe more than that—I’ve imagined this moment. Imagined one of these stern men’s hearts thawing for me. Their hate dissolving. Their desire uncontainable.

But this…this surpasses every dream I’ve ever had. Every dirty fantasy I touched myself to.

Mason is rough when he kisses me. He sucks on my tongue, his finger circling my clit.

Finn moves in closer, his erection on my lower back. His lips are pressed to my shoulder, his hands massaging my jaw, reminding me he’s still there.

Their attention overwhelms me.

I forget the world exists. Forget my fear.

Yet I can’t forget our history.

Bitterness rises in my throat, ruining this moment for me.

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