Page 76 of Their Dark Rose

Much like his cocked eyebrow. “We discussed what would happen when you’re being bad.”

On reflex, my ass clenches. The response is that of desire, not fear. They’ve been careful, letting me heal back there, but I’m ready now.

“Can’t we just call the last warning we issued the final one?” Finn prowls to where Mason has me pinned to the wall. “I’ve missed abusing your ass, little rose.”

His stubble is lighter than Falk’s, emphasizing his high cheekbones. The tattoos on his skin gleam, the thorns on it coming to life.

Finn walks past Falk, right to where Mason pins me.

“Really missed it.” His teeth lock on my forearm, and my body jolts.

Right into Mason’s cock.

Mason doesn’t waste a moment. He lashes on me, his mouth doing sinister things to my throat.

I see where this is headed. Straight into a decadent afternoon that’ll last all through the night.

And I made a promise.

“We’re going to visit my aunt today,” I blurt out. The rest of my explanation as to why I want to go dies a sudden death.

Because the room temperature drops in one second. Right before the energy in it turns feral.

Mason glowers while his fingers bruise my butt harder than before. Finn’s lips curl in a snarl.

Falk suddenly materializes next to my head on the opposite side of Finn. His hand grabs my throat, holding me firm.

Showing me affection in his unique way. “What did you just say, princess?”

I should’ve known. Scratch that—I knew. Time to explain myself.

“Look, I’ve been sheltered for far too long. I need to see them, with you—”

“Them.” Mason presses his dick to me, exerting his dominance.

“They’re still a threat, I understand, but I need to see why for myself.” I bow my chin, giving them a meaningful gaze. “And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten what Thorn tried to do to me.”

“We haven’t either.” Out of his pocket, Finn whips out a small knife.

He twirls it around his fingers absentmindedly. The automatic motion makes him that much more intimidating. I shudder with arousal when I imagine how he’ll wield it before hurting someone.

“Tell you what. Instead of going, let’s do this exercise here,” Mason says, his voice harsh and low. “Why do you think we haven’t let her reunite with you all these years?”

I swivel to him and smile. He’s offering me honesty. Treating me as an equal.

“You told her to fuck off,” I reiterate—give or take—Mallie’s message and what I remember from what I saw as a kid. “That’s the only thing I know.”

“Damn right, we have.” Falk stands up straighter, loosening his grip. “Because she’s dangerous.”

“Thank you for telling me,” I say to each of them, the three intimidating monsters they are. “Now, can I please go with you and see it for myself? To work on my instincts when you three are around, in a safe environment? Otherwise, I’ll end up trusting anyone, and I promise you, that’ll be worse.”

“There are better ways to sharpen your instincts.” Finn pins the knife to his throat, and I’m quick to move it from him.

“See?” He smiles. “Like that. You’re good. Trust yourself.”

“Flower.” The low timbre of Mason’s voice causes my head to snap at attention. “Let me tell you a little story.”

I gulp. It’s going to be intense by the ice dripping from his eyes.

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