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Jasper’s thrusts stutter. “Bro—stop. You’re killing it for me—”

But I whimper, clenching down around Jasper so hard his eyes go wide, and a broken sound rips out of his throat.

Riot just laughs, his grip tightening. “See? She fucking loves it. She wants it so bad, she’s about to cum all over your cock like a good fucking girl. Aren’t you, baby?”

My body shakes as pleasure rips through me at the mental image. Riot spits in my mouth, and I swallow it greedily, lost in the darkness, the power, the fucking chaos of being wanted like this.

I cry out, my orgasm hitting so hard I can’t hold back. I squirt, soaking Jasper’s cock, shaking and gasping for breath as I unravel between them. Jasper loses it, cursing and grinding into me and spilling inside me, the heat and mess of him only making me cum harder.

“See, Jasper? Told you it’s what she wanted. Our filthy little queen.” Riot says, sounding so proud of himself. “You want to be fucked in your enemy’s blood, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, fuck me, Riot.”

Riot wastes no time flipping me over, pulling my hips back until I’m on my knees, Jasper’s cum dripping down my thighs. Riot lines himself up, sliding his cock through Jasper’s cum.

“God, baby, you feel that?” he growls, sliding into me. “You’re fucking soaked.”

I moan, head dropping, but Jasper’s hand is suddenly forcing my head back up forcing me to look him straight in the eyes.

“You love that, don’t you, Wicked Thing?” he whispers, his thumb pressing against my pulse, making me dizzy. “Getting fucked by Riot while you’re still dripping with my cum. I didn’t know how much you liked the thought of us together. That’s what got you off, wasn’t it?” My eyes flutter closed and he slaps my cheek. “Eyes on me, baby.”

I open my eyes and nod, “Yes, it would be so fucking hot watching you together.”

Jasper’s grip tightens, “You want to see it? Me fucking Riot so hard he can barely breathe, driving him right through you until you can feel both of us, every thrust, every inch filling you up from the inside out. Would that make you cum for us, Little Demon?”

Riot’s pace is rough, relentless, and I’m falling apart, eyes threatening to roll in the back of my head, every word from Jasper making it hotter. His hands are bruising at my hips, dragging me back onto him again and again.

“Picture it, Sawyer,” Jasper hisses. “You’re on your back, you can see Riot fucking you, and me right behind him—slamming into him so hard that it forces him to fuck you so deep and hard that you won’t know where one of us ends, and the other begins. You want to feel that? Want to be the reason we both lose control?”

Riot is animalistic, the mental image making him thrust even harder, sweat dripping down his chest. “Fuck, that’s hot, Angel. You’d love it, wouldn’t you? This pretty pussy is practically begging for it. I’d do anything you wanted me to, anything that gets you this hot.”

Jasper bites down on my shoulder. “Maybe next time, baby. For now, take what we give you, like our good little slut.”

Riot’scock throbs deep inside me, fucking Jasper’s cum in even deeper. Jasper squeezes my throat making me dizzy. “You’re ours. Forever.”

Riot’s hand slides between us rubbing circles over my clit, every touch slick and wet. “You ever think you’d end up here?” He laughs. “Covered in blood, fucking us while your nightmare is dead at your feet?”

“Fucking cum for him, Sawyer.” Jasper says against my ear as he releases my neck and I suck in a breath and then I scream for them, cuming and shaking so hard that the desk rattles under me. Riot cums next, pumping inside me, moaning into my mouth. Jasper jerks himself off, finishing again across my stomach and chest.

Riot leans up to press a blood-stained kiss to my temple. “That’s my girl. Bathing in the blood of her enemies.”

Jasper shakes his head. “You’re insane, both of you.”

And I just smile because for the first time in my life, I’m not a prisoner of my past.

I’m the one writing my ending.

Chapter 36

SAWYER

Dear Sawyer,

You’re still here. You survived.

I’m sitting at the kitchen table in Jasper’s house, a house that is starting to feel like home. My wristsare almost entirely donehealing, and my hands are steady as I write this. Riot’s music is playing from somewhere down the hall, Jasper’s humming in the writing room, and light from the sunset is pouring through the windows like it has something to prove.

You made it. I need you to know that.