Page 67 of Their Dark Rose

After tasting me and subsequently making my toes curl, he says, “Besides, my brothers always told me whatever I needed to hear.”

“Needed or wanted?” Tempting him, I hook my fingers into the lapel of his coat.

Ever since they touched me, it’s as if my hormones have been working nonstop.

Almost to the point where I relax and forget how I dread Falk breaking up with me.

Almost.

“Princess.” He doesn’t wait for my reply, wrapping a hand around my midriff.

Working in unison, Mason unfastens my seatbelt to help his brother fling me into his lap.

“Told you so.” I hear Finn vaguely in the background. He sounds happy, but I can’t be sure.

I can’t because Falk’s manhandling me to straddle him. Controlling me.

“Come here.” With a hand around my throat, Falk pulls me to him for a mind-numbing kiss.

My pencil skirt stretches around my thighs, and Mason—helping his brother again—yanks it higher. Falk keeps exploring my mouth as he removes my coat from my shoulders. His kiss is as furious as he is, bruising my lips.

Like I care. I could bleed for each of the three, and I’d be beyond content. I’d be ecstatic.

“What’s this?” Mason’s finger runs across the long run in my stockings.

Not without effort, I pull back from Falk’s lips. “Your brother was in a playful mood.”

“Finnley Abbot,” Mason thunders, his finger prying through the hole. “Did you hurt her?”

“Calm the fuck down. I waited for you two to make her bleed.” Finn reaches back blindly, pulling lightly on my chignon. “Again.”

They start to get into an argument in the background. Mason tells him how he should be careful to not give me tetanus. Finn insists he didn’t, that it’s hot, and that it’s not fair how Falk was the only one who got to taste me.

I would’ve laughed, especially hearing Mason conceding.

The stoic man beneath draws me to him by the sheer force of his glare.

“I thought you’d break up with me.” I swallow around the emotion in my throat.

His eyebrows furl, his painful grip on my hips painfully satisfying. “Never. I could never, princess.”

I blink back the moisture in my eyes. “It sounded like you would one day.”

“I was a jerk. I’m sorry. You deserve the best of me, and that’s what you’ll have every day for the rest of your life.” He lowers his voice for only the two of us to hear. “Please forgive me.”

I’m quiet, unable to wrap my mind around Falk apologizing to me.

“I won’t leave you. You can choose to forgive me. Or not. Doesn’t matter, I’ll always be here for you.” His fingers widen the run in my stockings. “But you’ll be a good girl and forgive me. Wouldn’t you?”

The men around us are quiet, and the car stops at a red light. Finn’s teasing touch is at my nape, Mason’s comforting one on my shoulders.

It amazes me to witness how they lend their support without being intrusive.

How they all want the best for each other. And for me. I’ve never seen them anywhere close to being this affectionate, and now I can’t imagine them any other way.

I pull his face to mine, whispering, “I can’t forgive you when I wasn’t mad at you to begin with.”

He huffs. I shrug. We get each other. In a bizarre kind of way, we always have.

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