Page 84 of The Dead Don’t Scream
He wraps one hand around himself. Sloane slaps it away.
“I said wait.”
Rhys’s eyes widen.
Callum’s grin is fucking terrifying. Sloane turns toward him.
“Don’t look so pleased.”
She presses one hand against his chest and guides him backward onto the bench.
“Sit.”
He does.
“Knees apart.”
His thighs spread. Sloane stands between them.
“Hands behind your back.”
Callum obeys.
His cock rises against his stomach, hard enough to make even me feel sympathy. Sloane cups his jaw.
“You wanted to keep me.”
“Yes.”
“You wanted to own me.”
“Yes.”
“Do you still?”
“More than I did before.”
“Wrong answer.”
She pulls his hair. Callum groans.
“I want you to choose me.”
“Better.”
She kisses him. I move behind Sloane while her mouth remains on Callum’s. My hand slides around her hip and between her thighs. Sloane moans against his mouth. Callum pulls against his own restraint, trying to reach for her.
“No,” she whispers.
His hands remain behind his back. Rhys approaches from her other side. His fingers close around one of her breasts. Sloane is surrounded again. This time, there are no masks. No chapel. No fantasy protecting us from what this is becoming. She reaches for me behind her. I place my hand over hers.
“Slow.”
She turns her head.
“Are you telling me no?”
“I’m trying to last longer than thirty seconds.”
