Page 93 of Their Dark Rose

“Our pretty little rose’s mouth is somewhat preoccupied, brother.” Finn smirks, ominous and hella dark. “You get me hard as fuck, Bri. I’m going to keep testing you. See if I might come just from watching you choke and cry on my fingers.”

My brain’s too foggy for tears.

Mason can tell, and he handles it.

“The bruises on your tits have faded.” He slides a hand under Falk’s straight one, grabbing my swaying breast in his large palm. And twisting it.

“Ahh…” My garbled moan gets stuck in my throat when Finn curls his fingers and strokes.

His fingertips tease my throat. Mason’s hand grips me firmly as he fists himself.

They’re torturing me while Falk buries himself so hard in me that I think the bed might break.

“Such a pretty princess,” Falk hisses as my first tears leak out, dampening my hair.

A myriad of bats flutter in my tummy when Mason leans in to lick the trail of my tears. His tongue is hot and warm on my damp skin. Sucking a part of me into him. Owning me.

“Jesus fuck, that’s hot.” The bed dips, taking Finn’s weight one knee after the other. He removes his fingers, giving me the slightest reprieve. “I want in your mouth, baby. Keep it open for Daddy.”

The title sits perfectly on his lips. Just not his alone. Every one of the three is a motherfucking sexy Daddy.

And they’re all mine, degrading and perfect. They thrive on my humiliation. On using me for their pleasure. But with their hands, cocks, and mouths on me, I know they’re even more eager to please me.

Always me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, my voice hoarse from sleep and his fingers.

Both Mason and Falk growl at Finn.

Still though, as if practiced, they move to accommodate him. Falk sits on his knees, grabbing my thighs while Mason latches onto my bruised tit.

Finn sucks on it, his tongue doing toe-curling sorcery to my nipple. His hips move, and I tilt my head to the side to watch him fucking his hand.

It blows my mind how the three of them are insanely possessive yet able to share me.

Then again, it’s the most logical thing in the world.

I’m theirs.

Have been since the moment I was born in one way or another. I belong to each of them and the three of them together, and it’s crystal clear to everyone in this room.

They make it even clearer when Mason tugs my bottom lip down. He’s holding my mouth open for Finn to take.

“Eyes on me, little rose.” A pearly bead of precum wets the tip of the throbbing head he points at my mouth. “Suck me like the good girl you are.”

I’m not given a second to respond. To relax my jaw to allow him deep inside like I know he likes.

None of that tender stuff with Finn.

Finn plunges into me. My teeth graze the length of him, and he groans with pleasure. The sound is beyond erotic, and it almost triggers my own orgasm.

His hand dives into my hair, pulling at the roots. Dragging me closer to him. Using my mouth to chase his orgasm.

Finn, with Mason on my tit, and Falk pounding me into oblivion, are responsible for every firework exploding in me. My sanity hangs by a thread with how turned on I am. Electricity runs through my veins, channeling love and lust into every inch of my body.

So. Much. Love.

“Look at her,” Finn grits out, his voice strained. “Look at her eyes. Fucking hungry and desperate for cum.”

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