Page 78 of Their Dark Rose

Falk rounds the table, removing my panties roughly.

“Can you at least tell me why?” My question comes off as a moan. “I deserve answers.”

“Why am I taking off your panties?” Falk inhales the damp fabric, then shoves my underwear into his pocket.

“No.” I’m panting, shivering with need. “Why won’t you let me see her? Because of what Thorn did to me?”

“Her bitch son is part of the reason.” Finn pushes the chairs near him to the side to stand closer to me. “But remember when I said people are jealous of you? That they’ll want what’s yours?”

“Aunt Mallie?” My eyes widen.

“Stop calling her ‘aunt.’” Falk drags me to him by my ankles. “She’s a monster, that’s what she is.”

They’re being evasive, withholding things from me. I believe them. I don’t want to go anymore. But I’m going nuts when I receive the information one fraction at a time.

I thrash and throw a tantrum on the dining table. I’m wet, my breasts are swollen, but I’m doing it because I want to know the truth as well.

And I hate every second they continue to hide it from me.

I wish I could be more mature about the whole thing. Except when I’m being pinned to the table like this, the three of them basically put me in a feral mode. I hardly recognize myself, but I can’t stop. I just can’t.

“Keep it up, princess.” Falk spreads my thighs, opening me to him. “See where that gets you.”

Half of my ass dangles in the air on the edge of the table. I bend my leg to kick Falk and fail.

“Tell me the truth already!” I shout, swinging my bound arms left and right.

My coffee and breakfast crash on the floor.

“Tell you what?” Mason drags a chair back, taking a seat to watch me squirm. “That we have reason to believe she killed your mom?”

“What?” This is too much. It becomes a lot more when Falk sinks himself into my pussy without warning.

I let out another scream as I gaze at Falk. Fuck me. His green eyes are cold, so I shift my head to Mason. “Tell me.”

While I’m looking for answers from Mason, Falk starts rubbing my clit.

My lust for them blinds me. Turning me into a wild animal made of need and desire.

“Please, Mason.”

“Begging. That’s better.” He smirks, freeing his cock and stroking himself.

“She’s a fast learner, our Briar.” Finn climbs onto the sturdy table, straddling my upper body.

He has to maneuver a little to position himself on top of me with how my body moves to Falk’s pounding. But Finn manages.

“We’re aware,” Falk grunts from behind Finn.

I don’t bother mentioning how I always thought I wasn’t good enough for them. My orgasm will consume me soon, and I need to use whatever coherent second I have left.

“However,” Falk grits out, “this is a punishment. She has to learn.”

“Please,” I plead with Mason again.

He shakes his head. “Later. We haven’t completed your punishment, flower. This isn’t talking time.”

“It really isn’t.” Finn wraps a hand around my neck, bringing my head up. “Take my cock. Be a good girl, Bri, and we might just be kind enough to let you come. Then maybe, maybe,”—he groans and a drop of his salty precum dampens my lips—“we’ll tell you.”

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