Page 210 of Hymns of the Broken

Jasper pulls me down even harder. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Is that whatdoes itfor you, baby? Riot licking you, him touching me, making you watch us both go wild for you?”

Riot drags his fingers free, replacing them with the thick head of his cock, pressing against my ass. Jasper’s cock is still inside me, sitting still for Riot. The stretch is brutal, mind-melting, making me sob out his name as he fills me. I breath through the pain, because I want them both so fucking bad.

“God, look at her,” Riot growls, eyes on Blake. “Bet you’ve never seen anything this perfect, huh? Never got her open like this, did you?”

Then it all happens at once—Jasper pistons up into me, holding my hips tight enough to bruise, his other hand sliding up and slapping my tits, making me arch, yelping at the sting and heat. Riot’s cock thrusts deep, stretching me, filling me until my vision goes white. His hand lands on my ass with a crack that echoes through the basement, his palm lingering to squeeze, to spread me even wider so Blake can see everything.

“Fuck, look at this greedy little pussy,” Jasper taunts. “Fuck, I can feel Riot inside you—you better cum for us, Sawyer.”

They pound into me, Jasper slapping my tits, Riot spanking my ass, their hands everywhere, mouths at my neck and shoulder, filthy praise pouring from their lips.

“You’re ours, you hear me?” Jasper grits out. “Say it.”

I can barely breathe, can barely speak. "I’m yours. Only ever yours.”

“Fuck yes, that’s right,” Riot grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head back so he can whisper in my ear. “Show him who owns you, baby.”

I screamout again as my body shatters—clenching for them as the orgasm rips through me. I feel Jasper swell and pulse inside me, his groan animal, raw and broken, hips grinding as he empties deep inside my pussy.

Riot’s rhythm gets savage, losing all control, cock throbbing in my ass as he loses himself, cursing and praising, “So fucking good, Angel—so fucking tight—taking it like the perfect little whore you are.”

They both finish, their cum spilling inside me and I collapse against Jasper’s chest, sweat-soaked and shaking. Riot is still pressed close, both of them holding me up, worshipping me with rough hands and filthy words.

“Good girl,” Jasper pants, pressing kisses to my shoulder.

Riot bites my neck, grinning against my skin. “Bet he never thought he’d see you like this, huh, Hellcat?”

I whimper—wrecked, owned, and completely, unapologetically theirs.

Jasper pulls out slowly, running his hand down my sides. Riot’s palm lingers on my ass a moment longer before he pulls out, tucking himself away with a look that’s half smug, half something feral and proud. My thighs are sticky, every muscle aching, and I can still feel the stretch and the mess between my legs.

For a long second, all I hear is the rattle of Blake’s chains. His heavy, ragged breathing. A whimper—maybe anger, maybe humiliation. Maybe both.

I don’t look at him.

Not until I’m ready.

Jasper helps me off the desk, his hands gentle now, protective, wrapping me in the shirt he’d stripped away earlier. Riot kisses the side of my neck, lips lingering as his fingers sweep between my legs, gathering slick, and then wiping it on Blake’s jeans without a word—never breaking eye contact with him.

“See this? She’s giving herself to us, Blake. Choosing us. Trusting us to take her apart in ways you never could.” Riot is living for this moment.

Blake’s eyes are wild, rimmed with tears. He tries to spit out a curse, but his voice is shredded, useless.

I turn to face him, chin high, face flushed and unashamed.

“You didn’t take anything from me,” I say. “You never could. All you ever did was make me hate you. And now? Now you get to watch what you never deserved to have.”

Riot wraps an arm around my waist, Jasper’s hand in my hair. I feel untouchable—like the chains have finally swapped sides.

But I see it.

A shift.

Blake’s eyes—something fevered and unhinged flickering just beneath the surface. His mouth twists, and he laughs—a broken sound.

“You think this means you win?” he sneers, voice echoing off the concrete. “You think it’s over? You know nothing, Sawyer. Not about me. Not about what I’ve done.”

Jasper tenses at my side. Riot’s jaw flexes, knuckles whitening as he reaches for the desk behind me.