Page 45 of Their Dark Rose

I tear my lips from Mason’s, twisting my head to the side.

“Briar.” He’s breathless. And ominous.

Finn applies pressure on my jaw as he works to return my lips to Mason’s.

I resist him.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my eyes moist, the marble floor beneath me blurring. “You hate me. All of you.”

Falk lets out a grunt. Just that.

“What makes you think we hate you?” Finn whispers harshly.

My lips are swollen, tingling. I long to run the pads of my fingers on them.

You need answers first.

I do. I need to know what changed between yesterday and today, or I’ll lose my mind in the process.

I’m treading dangerously close to insanity as is.

These three men might torture me until this night ends. Take from me, ignore how hard I fight. I might like it.

Probably will.

Only after they give me explanations.

“Because of what my parents did, right?” I glare at him beneath my eyelashes, steeling my voice. “You’ve hated me ever since. I’ve been nothing but a burden here, someone you pitied. I’ve been nothing to you. What’s changed?”

“Shut up.” Mason pushes the other strap of my nightgown down, shoving the rest of the flimsy garment to the floor. Asserting his dominance over me.

“I was sure you’d kick me out of here at midnight on the dot. Why haven’t you?” Naked before him, I hold on to my dignity. “More pity? Huh? I don’t need it. I don’t need your pity. I need your hearts.”

My rage rises as I talk. The flames in me make me reckless. They don’t care. These men can squish me like a bug between the three of them.

And they will if the right buttons are pushed.

Mason exchanges a harsh glare with Finn. Talking to him over my head in a way I could never understand.

Finn abides by Mason’s silent instruction, wrapping a hand around my long hair, twisting it around his fist.

“Briar, you talk too much.” Mercilessly, Finn pushes me to the floor. “About things you know shit about.”

“Why don’t you tell me, then?” I ask both of them, refusing to budge.

Finn presses a finger to my asshole. Mason resumes drawing wet circles on my clit.

I moan, my locked muscles turning to putty in their hands. I don’t reach back to pry his fingers off me, don’t slap Mason’s hand away.

The hot flashes coursing through me won’t let me stop them.

Even when my knees hit the floor and Finn pulls the back of my head to his cock, I don’t fight.

“I told you. You’re ours. That’s all you need to know for now.” He’s not condescending.

He just says his truth. Plain and simple.

“You like what we’re doing to you. You’ve been dying for us to touch you. We’ve noticed the change over the last year. We saw you.” Mason frees his dick out of his sweatpants, pointing it at me.

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