Page 96 of The Dead Don’t Scream

She glances at the headstones behind her.

“Cute.”

“I planned it.”

“Of course you did.”

I lift her against the gate. Her legs circle my waist. Sloane kisses the burlap mouth of my mask.

“Catch me, Scarecrow.”

“I caught you a year ago.”

“Then prove I’m still yours.”

I pull the gold ribbon free with my teeth. It slips from her wrist. The bells begin to ring. Rhys steps from the corn to my right. Dante emerges on my left. Three masked men surround one woman in white. Exactly where we began. Nothing like who we were then. Sloane looks at each of us.

“What are you waiting for?”

Dante lifts his mask enough to grin.

“Permission.”

She reaches beneath her skirt.

“Fuck me.”

I nearly lose my mind. Rhys catches my shoulder.

“Protection.”

I growl.

“He’s right,” Sloane says.

“I hate this family.”

Dante laughs.

“We love you too.”

Rhys hands me what I need. I position myself at Sloane’s entrance while Dante loosens her corset and Rhys wraps her ponytail around his fist. Sloane looks directly into the eyes of my mask.

“Please.”

I thrust inside her. Her scream cuts across the graveyard. The gate rattles behind her as I fuck her hard, exactly as she requested. Rhys holds her hair, keeping her face lifted. Dante’s mouth closes around one breast while his hand slips between our bodies. Sloane claws my shoulders.

“Harder.”

I drive into her. The iron bars shake.

“Callum.”

“Whose ribbon did you save for last?”

“Yours.”

“Who built this maze?”