Page 140 of Hymns of the Broken

Jasper leans forward, his chest flush with my back, skin burning hot. One hand snakes up and wraps around my throat again—his signature hold. His lips press against my ear, the heat of his breath making me shudder.

“Trying to make us both lose it?”

I shake my head, but it’s a lie. I am. I want them to break me. I want to see them lose control because of me. I want them to ruin me.

“You want to cum?” Riot asks, voice all wicked silk.

I whimper around his cock, nodding, my eyes watering. I am shaking, my body stretched between pleasure and agony, and the taste of him on my tongue makes me hungrier.

Jasper’s fingers slide down, pressing hard on my clit—just the right spot, just the right pressure—and I jerk, my legs locking up, my body ready to let go—

“Don’t you dare,” Jasper growls, his grip on my throat tightening, making me dizzy with denial. “Goddamn, Riot, I can feel you in her throat.”

My eyes roll just as Riot pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop. Jasper grips my throat, making me look up at Riot. His eyes are fire, his jaw set. “No cumming yet, baby. We want it to ruin you.”

I’m panting now. Thighs shaking. Nails clawing at the sheets. I can barely see, my vision swimming, the need so sharp it hurts.

“Please, God—let me fucking cum, you bastards.”

Jasper laughs as he pulls out, making me sob at the emptiness, and flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing. Riot’s there instantly, licking his fingers as he slides two back inside me, deep and slow. He’s not gentle—pushing right where it hurts, making me arch and beg.

He curls them just right, eyes locked on mine, his other hand fisting in my hair, keeping me there, pinned and helpless.

“I think she’s losing it, Jasper. You feel close, baby?” Riot asks, his voice all smoke and sin.

I nod desperately, hips grinding down on his hand.

Jasper stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock, just watching. His eyes are molten, devouring every twitch in my body like it’s his favorite movie, like he can’t get enough.

“You gonna beg for it?” Riot teases, tongue flicking over his lip.

“I already—please—” I gasp, holding back every fucked up insult I want to hurl at them. I’m grinding into his hand, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. “I need to cum. I need—”

Jasper smirks, dark and hungry. “You’ll get it,” Riot pulls his fingers out. Leaves me empty again. “Just not yet.”

I’m trembling. Slick. Desperate. Burning. My whole body is a live wire, strung so tight I think I might break.

But I don’t move. I breathe.

You can do this, Sawyer. This is what you’ve always wanted.

I want to be good. I wantthemto reward me.

“Riot,” Jasper says, voice low and dark, pure threat and promise. “Do what I do.”

They both slide down my body like shadows with a shared purpose—to ruin me.

Jasper is on his knees first, hands spreading me open as he kisses the inside of my thigh like it’s sacred. Riot follows his every move, trailing behind him like a mirror. His tongue dances across the skin just behind Jasper’s, licking my other thigh like he’s tasting temptation itself, teasing me with the heat of his breath and the scrape of his teeth.

My hips lift off the bed without permission, chasing their mouths, chasing friction, chasing relief.

I lean up on my elbows, because there is no fucking way I’m missing this—two of the hottest, filthiest men I’ve ever met—on their knees for me. Jasper reaches the slick, aching mess between my legs first. He groan just before his tongue dives in—slow, then deep, fucking me with it like he wants me to remember the shape of his mouth for the rest of my life. Riot moves beside him, tongue swirling lazy circles over my clit, switching places with Jasper, their mouths and tongues alternating, teasing, overwhelming me with sensation.

Jasper flicks my clit, and Riot sucks it. Jasper groans—Riot moans.

I want to shatter—but they won’t let me break.

“Oh, my God,” I gasp, thighs trembling as they work me together like I’m their favorite meal.