Page 207 of Hymns of the Broken

Riot presses his hands to my thighs, spreading me wider. “You want to show him the mess you make when I touch you?”

God, yes. I want him to see. I want him to choke on it.

I nod, breath catching. “Fuck yes.”

Jasper’s voice is a low rumble from behind me, close enough to send shivers up my spine. “Look at you, Sawyer. So fucking brave. So goddamn beautiful spread out on this desk for us.”

Blake rattles his chains again, cursing under his breath, but I barely hear him now. Riot’s touch is everywhere—gentle, then rough, teasing, then possessive. He leans in, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “You tell me what you want, Sawyer. You set the rules now.”

I meet his eyes, letting all the fear burn away, leaving nothing but want. “Don’t let me come until I’m begging for it. Make him watch me unravel for you. For both of you.”

Riot’s lips curl in a wicked smile. “You heard her, Reign.”

Jasper steps closer, his hands sliding over my shoulders towards my breasts, his mouth at my neck. “She’s going to give him a lesson he’ll never forget.”

“Sawyer, stop! Don’t do this. You’re humiliating yourself. You’re—”

But this time, I don’t evenlook athim.

Because I know in this moment, I am finally free.

And I amchoosingevery second.

Jasper’s mouth is trailing kisses along my neck. Riot’s hands grip my thighs, spreading me so wide it’s obscene, But it’s so Blake has the clearest possible view of all of it. I want him to see it. I want him to know he never stood a fucking chance. He could never make me feel the way they do.

Riot drags two fingers up my pussy, spreading my wetness all over me, making a show of it. He smirks at Blake. “See this? I bet she’s never been this wet for you. Just so you know, not that you’ll ever have the chance again, this is what it looks like when a woman is aroused. I know you can see how wet she is from where you’re at.” He slides one finger in, then two, curling them until my head falls back and I can’t help the moan that breaks free.

Jasper’s voice is in my ear. “Did he ever made you sound desperate like that, baby?” He pinches my nipples through the lace, rolling them between his fingers until I whimper.

Riot’s thumb circles my clit, just enough to tease, never enough to let me slip over. “You’ll cum when we say you can, Angel. And not a second before.” He finally bends and flicks his tongue over my clit, making me jerk and gasp. He holds me down with one hand pinning my hips so I can’t escape the torment.

I’m already panting and rocking against Riot’s hand as he finger fucks me. Jasper watches, eyes black, hand already fisting his cock, leaking for me. I hadn’t even noticed he’d stripped. “Look at him, baby. Let him see what it looks like.”

Blake spits out another curse, but his voice cracks. “Sawyer, you’re better than this. You don’t have to—”

“I want this. I want them. I want you to know what it feels like to be powerless. Watch me beg them for what you could never give me.”

Riot pumps his fingers harder, his tongue relentless, mouth and hand working me until I’m sobbing, trembling, on the edge of release. But every time I get close, he pulls back, leaving me clenching around nothing.

Jasper slides in front of me, dragging the tip of his cock over my lips. “Open your mouth, baby. Show him how much you like sucking my cock.”

I open, tongue flicking out, and Jasper groans as he pushes in, fucking my mouth slow and deep. My eyes water, drool slicking my chin, but I never break eye contact with Blake. I want him to see my lips stretched wide around Jasper’s cock, want him to know every filthy, hungry sound is for them.

Riot stands, dragging my panties off and spreading me open again. He presses his cock to my entrance, sliding just the head in, then pulling back, teasing, denying me exactly what I want.

“Say it,” Riot rasps, voice guttural. “Let him hear what you want.”

I pull off Jasper, panting, spit-slick and wild. “Please—fuck, I want it—I want you to fuck. I want him to see it. I want him to know I’ll never cum for him the way I cum for you.”

Jasper grabs my face, makes me look at Blake. “Tell him. Tell him exactly who owns you now.”

“I’m theirs. I’ll always be theirs. You’re nothing to me.”

Riot slams in right then, fucking me so hard my eyes roll. His hands are on my waist controlling every movement. Jasper slides back into my mouth, groaning as he begins to fuck my face.

The sounds coming out of my mouth are filthy, and I want every second of it. They build me up, keeping me right on the edge but never letting me go over.

Riot’s words echo off the basement walls. “You’re trembling for us already. We’ll fuck you until the only thing you can think about is our hands, our mouths, our cocks—nothing else. You’re gonna come so hard for us you’ll forget he ever existed.”