Page 54 of Their Dark Rose

“I can’t.” I shake my head. “It’s too much.”

“You will take me.” Falk thrusts so deep I feel him in my womb. “And you will take my brothers. You can do it, and you will. You can do anything you want, and you’ll give us what we ask for. You. Belong. To. Us.”

“Always have.” Mason winds his hand in my hair, and Falk releases my mouth, so I’ll look at his brother.

“Always will be.” Finn pulls his finger back, spits on my tightest hole, and returns to stretching me.

When Mason slid his fingers into me before, there’d been pressure. A mild one.

With Falk’s cock taking up the entire space, Finn’s ministrations feel like his dick is already in there.

“Please.” I promised myself I wouldn’t tear up, but there’s no helping it. I just do.

Mason’s face is impassive. Falk’s hips piston into me from the floor.

“Let go, little rose.” Finn pushes his thumb all the way in, twisting it inside me. He leans forward, stroking my clit, soothing me, just like Mason had. “Let us take care of you, birthday girl.”

I focus on doing what he said, my obedience rewarding me with relief. Air flows into my lungs, pleasure taking the place of the blinding pain. I moan, my back arching, my ass pushing back against Finn.

“Yes, baby,” Finn encourages me, his fingers on my hip digging and stroking me all at once. “That’s a good girl. Ready for my cock up your ass?”

My eyes gape at Mason. “No.”

Mason flashes me a rare smile. An evil one. “You can. Relax. Take him. Take him so I can have you next. Trust us that we thought this through. You’ll fucking love it.”

“It…fuck,” I cry out when Finn’s blunt crown nudges inside. “I’m too small.”

“We’ll make it fit.” Finn adds more spit, prodding my tight ring.

His cock is wet, my hole is wet, and I try to relax like Mason said. The sting slowly transforms into pleasure again until Finn pushes into me.

“It hurts.” The pain doesn’t stop me from rocking into him. Begging him wordlessly, despite being unable to take him. “I’m too full. Finn, please, we can try another day.”

“No can do.” His voice is strained, lust pouring from him. “I need you. I really need you, baby. There’s no stopping this.”

His head slips in. Mason bends over, silencing my scream while Falk pinches my clit. I see what they’re doing, trying to grab my attention. Making this tolerable, then pleasurable again.

And they get me there. The agony nearly rips me in half, but the three of them are there to catch me. To massage my ass, knead my nipple, bite my lip.

A hot rope knots inside my belly, winding me tight. I feel it coming, another orgasm despite how pain and pleasure whip at me. Maybe even because of it.

“Such a good girl,” Finn praises, slipping another inch in. “With the tightest little asshole.”

There’s an edge of threat to his tone. A threat he acts on when he shoves the rest of his length into me.

My body can’t take the pressure, but not in a bad way. The pain is so sweet that I climax. Screaming and shaking, almost blacking out with how good both men feel inside me.

“Fucking finally,” Mason grits out.

“Your turn, big brother.” I can’t see Finn. I don’t have to for me to know he fucking winks at him.

Mason rips himself from me. Controlling and dominating, even when he doesn’t touch me.

Falk flicks his fingers on my other nipple while Mason adjusts himself. This whole time Finn fucks my ass like he’s needed it, craving me so bad that he grunts loudly every time he bottoms out.

“Missed your mouth,” Mason growls. He growls louder when he buries himself between my lips.

He curses. Or maybe it’s one of the others. My senses are on an overload as I’m being loved and tortured by these three men.

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