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“You wanted this.”

“Yes.”

“You wanted to be caught.”

“Yes.”

“You wanted three masked men to use you.”

Her eyes close.

“Yes.”

Jealousy burns through me. I tighten my hand in her hair.

“Look at me.”

She opens her eyes.

“But you came to my chapel.”

Her lips part on a moan.

“You followed my candles.”

“Yes.”

“You locked the door.”

“Yes.”

“You put your hands on my altar.”

“I chose you.”

The words destroy what remains of my control. I drive into her harder. Sloane screams. The sound rises into the rafters and shakes dust from the old beams. Outside, the maze falls silent. They hear her. Rhys. Dante. Everyone waiting beyond these walls. They hear what I’m doing to the woman they touched first.

“Again,” I demand.

“I chose you.”

My hand slips between her legs. She’s swollen and sensitive beneath my fingers. I circle her in time with every thrust. Sloane begins to tremble.

“Callum.”

I bite the side of her neck.

“Say it.”

“I chose you.”

Her body tightens.

“Louder.”

“I chose you.”

“Let them hear.”