Page 102 of The Dead Don’t Scream

“You wanted her mouth.”

His grin returns.

“Always.”

“Remove it.”

He approaches Sloane from behind. His fingers find the zipper at the back of her dress. He draws it down one tooth at a time, exposing her spine slowly enough that goose bumps rise across her skin.

Dante kisses each newly revealed inch. Sloane’s eyes close. A moan escapes her mouth.

Callum stands in front of her, watching. His hands remain at his sides until she reaches for them. Permission. Only then does he touch her.

He slides the dress from her shoulders. The fabric falls. Sloane stands before us wearing a black lace bra, matching stockings, and no underwear. Fuck I can smell the sweet smell of that pretty pussy just ready waiting for us. Dante groans. Callum’s fingers tighten around hers. I remain still. Control means refusing to let hunger make decisions for me.

“Did you plan this?” I ask.

Sloane opens her eyes.

“I live with three horny men. I dress defensively.”

Dante kneels behind her.

“Offense is the best defense.”

He presses his mouth to the curve of her ass. Sloane jerks.

“Dante.”

He bites gently.

“Sorry. I slipped.”

“You’re kneeling.”

Slap…. Right on the ass.

Callum almost smiles. I step closer and remove Sloane’s bra. Her breasts fall free. Her nipples are already hard. I brush one with my thumb. Sloane leans toward me.

“No.”

Her eyes narrow.

“No?”

“You asked me to control when you come.”

“Yes.”

“That begins now.”

I take both her wrists and place them in Callum’s hands.

“Hold her.”

His fingers close around her. Not restraining. Waiting. I look at Sloane.

“Two taps to continue.”