Page 232 of Hymns of the Broken

He smirks, turning his head to nuzzle Riot’s jaw, but his eyes never leave me. “Keep watching, dirty girl. If you want us, watch. You want to see how far we’ll go for you? How much I’ll give him, just because you want it?”

Riot’s hand trails up Jasper’s stomach, under his shirt, and Jasper lets him—lets me see the way Riot’s touch turns his control razor-thin. Riot’s teeth scrape Jasper’s throat, making him hiss, but even then Jasper’s thumb dips lower on my thigh, teasing the edge of my pussy.

“Look at her,” Riot laughs, low and wicked. “She’s falling apart just watching us. You love this, don’t you, Angel?”

I nod, the ache in my core almost unbearable. “Please—Jasper, Riot, please…”

He slides his hand up, barely brushing my wetness, but not giving me enough. “You don’t get to cum just because you asked like a good girl. You want it, you earn it. You keep your eyes on us. Onme.”

Riot leans in close, his mouth brushing Jasper’s ear, voice low and secret—meant only for him, but hot enough that it sends a fresh rush of nerves shivering through me. Jasper listens, jaw tight, then nods once, slow and deliberate, something dark and dangerous passing between them.

I hold my breath, heart thundering. Jasper sinks to his knees at the edge of the bed. He drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh before dragging the flat of his tongue right over my cunt. My hips jerk, a whimper tearing free, but he only smirks against my skin, pressing a kiss to my clit before pulling back.

He stands, eyes locked on mine, and peels his shirt over his head, every muscle flexing in the low light. He kicks off his jeans, shoves his boxers down, and lets his cock spring free, pre-cum already at the tip. My mouth goes dry, nerves twisting with need.

Riot crowds in behind me, hands on my shoulders, then deft fingers unclasp my bra. He slips the straps down my arms, mouth already lowering to suck one nipple into his mouth, then the other, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, his thumb rolling over my nipple until I’m squirming.

Jasper’s voice is rough as gravel. “Scoot up. All the way—get comfortable.”

My hands tremble as I crawl back onto the bed, heart hammering so hard it almost hurts. Jasper follows, settling on his side between my spread thighs, stroking his cock, the head slick and red. Riot climbs up beside me, also on his side, settling his hips right at my head, his hand palming hisowndick, watching my face with a lazy, wicked grin. He leans back on one elbow, his head turned toward Jasper.

Jasper buries himself between my thighs, mouth hot and relentless on my clit—licking, sucking, tongue circling until my whole bodyis strungtight, every nerve ending lit up and desperate for more. I arch, a helpless sound torn from my throat, but Riot’s palm presses gently to my cheek, steadying me.

“Eyes on us, Angel,” Riot murmurs, voice rough with command and want. “You don’t get to drift. You watch everything. Watch what your boys do for you.”

I nod, shaky, locking my gaze on the two of them. Riot shifts, turning his face, and with a wicked grin, he spits directly onto Jasper’s cock. His fist wraps around Jasper’s length as he strokes him.

Jasper pauses, groaning, the sound guttural as it rips through him. “Fuck—” The word is nothing but wrecked need, and then he’s back on me, tongue lashing my clit, fingers digging into my hips like he’d pin me here forever.

He leans down, tongue dragging up the thick vein on Jasper’s cock, swirling around the head, eyes flicking up to catch mine—making sure I see it all, every filthy second. Jasper’s hips buck, jaw clenching as he growls into me, almost losing himself.

Riot grins, wipes his mouth, and glances down at me, his hand tight on his cock. “Open up, baby. Take me in that pretty mouth. Show us how good you can be.”

His voice is a little mocking. I part my lips and he slides the head of his cock over my tongue, groaning as I take him deeper.

Jasper glances up from between my thighs. “Look at her, Riot. She’s fucking perfect like this.” His tongue never lets up, alternating between slow, lazy circles and desperate, hungry flicks that have my whole body shuddering. His fingers dig into my hips, pinning me down every time I try to arch into his mouth, refusing to let me have control.

Riot’s cock fills my mouth, his hand guiding me as he rocks his hips, never letting me forget who’s in charge. He murmurs praise between filthy instructions, watching my lips stretch around him, wiping a stray tear from my cheek when I choke just a little—his thumb gentle even as his eyes are nothing but dark heat. Riot glances over at Jasper, a wicked smirk on his lips.

“You see her, Reign? She’s never looked prettier.”

Jasper glances up, face slick with my arousal, and grins against my thigh. He sucks hard on my clit, and I cry out, Riot’s cock still heavy on my tongue.

I try to twist my hips, desperate for more—Jasper’s fingers, anything—but he only teases, tongue everywhere I need him, but never giving enough. Riot pulls his cock from my mouth and leans down, kissing me, letting Jasper watch as I whimper into him.

“Please,” I gasp, eyes wild. “Jasper—please, I need your fingers, need you—”

But they both pull away at once, leaving me wrecked and empty, my whole body aching.

Jasper sits back on his heels, hand stroking his cock, gaze dark and sharp. He settles himself between my thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet cunt, teasing me but not pushing in just yet.

He leansforward, voice a promise and a threat. “I’m going to fill up this pretty cunt, Little Demon—make a mess of you, so that Riot can fuck my cum deeper inside. And then—” he glances over his shoulder at Riot, eyes burning with anticipation “—then Riot and Iwill give you a real fucking show. If that’s what you want, baby.”

Riot slides up behind me, one hand in my hair, the other trailing down my side. “You want that, baby? Want us to give you a show?”

“Yes—please, I want it. I want all of you.”

Jasper thrusts into me, slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch, his hands gripping my hips so tight it’s almost bruising. He never looks away from me, his jaw clenched, control hanging by a thread as he watches every desperate sound I make.