Page 111 of Hymns of the Broken

“Beg like you mean it.”

My pride cracks, and I break.

“Please,” I whisper, breath hitching. “Please, Grayson—fuck me. Take me. However you want. Just…please. I’m yours.”

He slams into me in one punishing thrust. The force steals my breath, knocks the air from my lungs. I scream his name—his real name, not the one the world chants on stage—and it shatters something in him.

He groans, deep and guttural, like it’s painful just to be inside me. His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me still like he’s never letting go.

“You say my name like youmeanit,” he growls against my skin, voice ragged, dangerous. “Like you see me. Not Riot. Me.” His lips trail fire up my throat. “Say it again.”

And I do.

“You want me to take you?” he pants, thrusting harder now, punishing. “Then you’re getting all of me. Every filthy, fucked up piece.”

I choke on a moan as my legs lock around his waist. I want every inch, every brutal thrust, every mark he leaves on my skin.

“You wanted my cock?” he growls, dragging his teeth down my neck. “Then fuckingtakeit. Take every inch of me until you can’t think about anything else.”

I take it over and over again, until my body’s trembling, slick and sore, eyes rolling back with every hard, brutal snap of his hips. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—wet, desperate, obscene.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he snarls, “and then I’m gonna fuck you again—just so you remember who made you scream like this.”

Riot doesn’t give me time to breathe once I clench around him.He fucks me through the pleasure, through the ache, through every bit of pride I have left.

One second, I’m trembling around him—and the next, he’s flipped us, fast and seamless, like I weigh nothing.

He’s back at the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor, dragging my hips down to meet the punishing thrusts he’s slamming up into me. His grip on my ass is bruising, and so deliciously cruel as he uses my body like he owns it.

Every time I try to move, his hand fists in my hair, yanking me forward until our mouths brush.

“Look at me.”

I do—barely, eyes glazed and fucked-out, but I look. I want to see the way he unravels for me, the way I break him, too.

“You better fucking cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock, let me feel it. Show me how good I fuck you.”

His voice is ruined from growling and groaning. From worshipping me like I’m his goddamn altar. My vision blurs. I’m crying, sweating, clinging to him with everything Ihave left. The air is thick with sex—hot, heavy with the scent of skin and spit and need.

His eyes lock on mine, demanding that last piece of surrender.

“I can feel it,” he growls. “Feel this perfect cunt choking my cock. You want me to fill you up, baby? You want to be mine? Fucking prove it.”

Then his hand slides from my hip, grips my breast, and slaps it twice—hard—right across the nipple.

Iscream. Screamlike I’m being exorcised, like every ounce of shame is being driven out of me by pleasure. The sharp pain shoots through my chest and then explodes into ecstasy, my body seizing around him, every muscle locked as a second orgasm rips through me—violent and blinding. Tears spill down my cheeks, and I sob his name as the aftershocks pulse through my core.

He watches, never breaking eye contact, soaking up every sound, every shudder, every broken gasp I give him.

“Fuck… fuck, you’re a good fucking girl for me,” he murmurs, breath hot against my cheek, his voice a wrecked praise.

His fingers brush over my jaw—thumb dragging through the tears on my face like he’s collecting something holy. His touch is gentle, even as everything else is rough. He leans in, mouth barely brushing my temple, breathing me in.

Then he shifts—deeper, slower.

So slow I feel every thick inch of him, stretching me wide and pulling me apart in the most unbearable, aching rhythm. He’s not chasing it anymore—he’ssavoringit. Dragging the moment out, grinding into me, hips rolling in deep, punishing circles that make me whimper and clutch at his arms.

Forehead to forehead, breath to breath. My nails dig intohisskin.