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I lean over her until the lower edge of my mask brushes her ear.

“Rhys made you beg, didn’t he?”

She remains silent.

“He tied your hands. Covered your eyes. Brought you close and stopped.”

Her breathing quickens with every word.

“He made you tell him who caught you.”

“Were you pressing your ear against the wall?”

“I didn’t need to. You screamed loudly enough to frighten the crows.”

Her cheeks darken.

“You enjoyed listening.”

“I stroked my cock while he made you come.”

Sloane inhales sharply.

“You’re lying.”

“Would you like proof?”

My hips press against her. She feels exactly how hard I am. Her eyes close. I tighten my grip on her hair.

“Watch.”

Her eyes open. My free hand slides between her legs. She’s wet enough to coat my fingers with a single pass. I groan against her ear.

“Did Rhys leave you like this?”

“No.”

“No?”

“You did.”

The answer nearly fucking breaks me. I drag my fingers through her slowly, circling her before slipping lower again. Her hips follow my hand.

“Careful, pretty girl.”

“Why?”

“Keep tempting me and I’ll forget this is supposed to be my turn.”

Her brow furrows.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll call the others inside and let them watch while I fuck you into oblivion and make you forget your name.”

Sloane tightens around the finger I press inside her. I laugh softly.

“That wasn’t a threat, was it?”