Page 75 of Their Dark Rose

Emotional manipulation. Fuck.

My groan is loud and obnoxious. Who does she think she is, trying to force my hand to choose between her and them?

I won’t, not ever. These men have kept the danger at bay, have looked after me by alienating Thorn, and consequently, my aunt. I’m grateful for them. I trust their decisions wholeheartedly.

But now I’m also intrigued. Maybe I will go see her, if only to see why my godfathers have refused to forgive her for so long.

Soon, I’m going to run our company. I can’t stay sheltered. I need to understand people’s mimics, analyze their tics and expressions. I don’t want to meet her and her son, but I feel like it’ll prepare me for real life.

I won’t be going alone. I’ll be safe with them.

“Flower, everything okay up there?” Mason calls me from the landing.

“Wonderful.” I force a smile as I type Mallie a quick, I can’t talk right now, I’ll text you back soon. “Be down in a sec.”

I’ll have my godfathers with me.

All three of them.

“Thank you.” I accept the coffee from Mason, the only other person in the dining room with me.

I’m not interested in the coffee or the breakfast waiting for me on the dining table.

Nothing interests me other than him.

Concentrating on anything other than Mason’s rock-hard abs and the bulge in his gray sweats is a motherfucking hardship. Mallie included.

He tips my chin up, his blue eyes stealing my breath away. “You’re welcome.”

I blink, licking my lip. “Why do I hear I want to fuck you boneless instead of whatever it was you actually said?”

“Maybe because that’s what I meant.”

With his eyes drawn to my mouth, Mason grabs my free hand, pressing it to his cock. I lose my breath when I feel his piercings. The fear of the pain they might bring me is gone.

I just need, need, and need some more.

I squeeze him through his sweats the way I know he likes, and he groans. I love being able to rattle his constant self-restraint. I also need to get him to agree to what I’m about to ask him next, as much of a turn-off as it might be.

Mason’s nose traces a hot trail from the crook of my neck up behind my ear. I put the coffee aside, grab ahold of his shoulders, and lean into him.

“How’d you sleep?” His lips close on my earlobe.

I let out a languorous breath, running my fingers into his short hair.

“I asked you a question.” His deft hands grip beneath my ass, picking me off the floor effortlessly.

My giggles are quieted when he pins me to the wall, grinding his erection on my belly.

“Well?” He draws away, his gaze dead serious.

Oh, right. He wants an answer. I got so lost in him that I forgot.

The heat pooling between my thighs wants something else. I rock my hips on his cock, knowing I’m leaving a wet spot on the front of his sweats and not caring in the least.

“Briar Rose.” Falk steps into the room, shirtless and glorious.

He leans on the same wall I’m up against, his pecs flexing in the late sunlight. His stubble has grown over the weekend. Thick, dark, and sexy as fuck.

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