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I stop. Sloane smiles at my reflection. Brat. Beautiful, perfect fucking brat. I turn her and lift her onto the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist. I pull my mask up enough to kiss her. Our mouths collide. Sloane bites my lip. I groan and thrust against her without entering. She grips my cock and squeezes.

“Make me come without it.”

“You enjoy being difficult.”

“You enjoy earning things.”

She’s right. I lower myself between her thighs again. This time, I don’t tease. I suck her clit while curling my fingers into the place that makes her thighs shake. Sloane grips the horns of my mask. Her hips rock against my mouth.

“Dante.”

I groan into her.

“Don’t stop.”

Never. Her orgasm builds quickly. I feel it in every tightening muscle.

“Give me the ribbon.”

She unties the red silk. I hold out my hand. Sloane shakes her head. Then she loops it around one horn of my mask.

“Pretty Devil.”

I thrust my fingers deep. She comes with a scream. Her body shudders against my mouth while I hold her open and take everything she gives me. When she finally softens, I rise. Sloane pulls me between her legs.

“You didn’t finish.”

“Neither did Rhys.”

“Competitive?”

“Always.”

She strokes me once. My eyes close. Twice. Then she releases me. Fuck.

“Find me at the churchyard.”

She slips from the counter. I catch her waist.

“Three minutes?”

“Two.”

“Cruel.”

“You love me.”

The words still affect me after a year. I kiss her. No mask between our mouths this time.

“I fucking do.”

Sloane runs. Gold ribbon flashing around her wrist.

CALLUM

I wait at the churchyard gate. Exactly where Sloane intends to find me. She took the longest route through the maze even though three shorter paths lead here. Her breathing reaches me before her body appears. Fast. Excited. Unbroken. Then she steps from the corn.

Her breasts spill above the loosened corset. Her skirt is bunched around her hips. Rhys’s ribbon is gone. Dante’s is tied around one horn of his mask somewhere behind her. Only gold remains. Mine. Sloane slows when she sees me. The iron gate blocks the graveyard behind her. I stand between her and the maze. The Scarecrow has her trapped.