Chapter 16 #2
Riot’s gaze darkens, thumb tracing my jaw, his touch gentle even as his words turn filthy.
“You’re perfect, Sawyer. Let me show you how good it can be.
Let me take my time making you fall apart, slow and sweet, until you can’t stand it—and then I’ll fuck you like you’ve been begging for it all night.
Make you cum so hard you forget your own name. That’s what you want, right?”
All I can do is nod, heart thundering, breath coming fast. Riot just smiles, a wicked promise in his eyes. “Good girl. You keep saying please, and I’ll give you both—every fucking time.”
My knees might actually give out if he keeps looking at me like that. Like I’m the only thing in his world. Like he’d burn the rest of it down to keep this moment going.
But he doesn’t kiss me.
He watches while his fingers ghost over my cheek, then trail slowly down, like he’s memorizing the shape of me. “Don’t worry, Hellcat,” Riot murmurs, voice thick and low, “I’ll make sure he hears you.”
My stomach flips. My breath catches again—I know Jasper’s probably close. Watching. Waiting. Deciding if he’s going to let Riot finish what he started.
“I want you to,” I whisper. “I want both of you to know what you’ve done to me.”
Riot groans softly, leaning forward until his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You keep saying shit like that, and I won’t make it any longer before I bend you over something.”
I shiver, heat flooding every inch of me, and I swear I can feel his restraint fraying.
“You wanted time,” Riot growls, low and ragged. "You’ve got it.”
We’re barely out of sight before his hand clamps my hip, spinning me hard, and his mouth crashes onto mine.
There’s nothing soft about it—not a hint of patience, just raw hunger and the edge of a man who’s been waiting too damn long.
Tongue and teeth and filthy curses spill between our lips, like he’s branding me with every rough drag of his mouth.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me, Sawyer,” he mutters between kisses. “But I’ll show you. You want both of us? You’d better know what that means. Because I really don’t want to share you.”
I kiss him harder.
“Just show me.”
His growl vibrates through my chest, making my knees weak. He pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes—those hard grey eyes gone wild and dangerous. “Come with me. Right now.”
“Riot—”
“No more waiting,” he says, low. “Not tonight. Just a minute. Just… you and me. I need to be alone with you.”
I glance back toward the others, the thud of bass from the venue still echoing in my ears, but I’m already nodding.
He grabs my hand—firm but gentle, tugging me behind the trailers and down a narrow walkway where shadows cling like secrets.
We don’t speak. We breathe—fast, heavy, like the night’s finally caving in.
Riot spins me, presses me against the wall, his forehead falling against mine. For a second, everything slows. The world fades to just us and the heat between our bodies.
“You feel this?” he whispers, hips rolling just enough to let me know exactly what he means. “You feel what you do to me?”
I nod, but it’s barely there. My voice cracks. “I feel you, Riot.”
His lips hover over mine like a threat. “Then I’ll make this count. Because I don’t know when I’ll get another second alone with you.”
His lips take mine in a kiss that’s all pleasure and promise. Not rushed like the last one—this one’s slow, drawn out, tongue teasing mine with filthy intent. Like he’s tasting me to remember it later.
One hand cradles my jaw, thumb swiping under my lip, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to explore deeper. The other hand lands low on my back, pressing me into him until there’s no space left.
“Tell me to stop, that this isn’t what you want,” Riot whispers, but there’s nothing in his voice that says he wants me to. It’s just a warning. One last thread of control.
I don’t. I can’t. Because it’s exactly what I want.
My fingers knot in his shirt, yanking him closer. He groans into my mouth, every muscle coiled tight as he presses me harder into the wall.
“You don’t know how badly I want this,” he says, lips dragging down my jaw, across my throat. “You keep looking at him… but you let me do this. You let me have this moment.”
“Riot…”
“You’re mine in this second.”
His thigh slots between mine, pressing up, the friction almost too much. My body arches, chasing more, losing any hope of shame.
“Say you want this too.”
“I do,” I gasp, dizzy. “I want—”
He slides his hand lower, just under my waistband, palm hot on my bare stomach. “Don’t finish that sentence unless you want me to take you apart right here.”
A whimper escapes me. I want it. God, I want it so fucking bad.
But then—he goes completely still.
“Shit.”
His voice drops suddenly sharp, dangerous. “We’re not alone anymore.”
Confusion rushes in. My heart stumbles, heat still pulsing through me.
“Riot…”
He backs away, jaw clenched, eyes dark with warning. “Go. Before I do something reckless.”
I turn, breath caught in my chest, and that’s when I see him.
Jasper.
In the dark.
Watching. Waiting. A devil’s smile curling his lips.
JASPER
She looks over her shoulder, back toward the spot where Riot disappeared into the dark. Her lips are swollen from his kiss, her cheeks flushed, pupils wide. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the mirror after shows. It’s adrenaline. Hunger. Need.
And it’s not just for him.
It’s for me, too. Mine.
I close the space between us in two strides, grabbing her wrist before she can say a word. She lets me, like she always fucking does. Like part of her craves being taken.
“You knew where you’d end up tonight,” I growl, low and close to her ear. “So let’s go. I’m done sharing you.”
She breathes in sharply—surprised, maybe. But she doesn’t fight it. She never really does with me.
She wants this. Wants to be claimed, even if she doesn’t know how to ask for it. Wants someone to burn for her, and I’m already on fire.
I thread my fingers through hers, tugging her behind me as we cut through the thick pulse of the carnival, leaving Riot and whatever the hell that was in the haunted house behind us. My pace is punishing, but she keeps up with me. Like always.
Deep down, even after that kiss, even if part of her is curious… she knows exactly who she belongs to.
SAWYER
I barely get a breath in once we’re in his room on the bus before Jasper’s hand closes around my jaw, yanking me to him, mouth crushing mine—nothing soft, nothing sweet. Just teeth, tongue, and heat, like he’s trying to erase every trace of Riot from my lips. The kiss is punishing. Claiming.
He breaks away, eyes black and wild, and spins me. My chest hits the mattress, my breath knocked out, and a second later—crack—a sharp sting explodes across my ass.
I gasp, vision blurring, as my skirt’s shoved up, fishnets and panties ripped down in one brutal motion.
“You want to play with fire, Wicked Thing?” he growls behind me, voice dark silk over broken glass. Another slap lands—harder, hotter—my hips jerk forward, a moan torn from my throat. “You want both of us?” His words burn a hole straight through me.
I nod frantically, cheek pressed to the mattress, body trembling.
“Say it, I need to hear you say the words,” he demands, squeezing the back of my neck.
“Y-yes,” I whisper, shame and need tangling inside me.
He grabs the back of my neck, forcing my face into the pillow, his weight holding me down as his fingers slam into me. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting. The world narrows to slick heat and the sharp bite of pleasure and pain. I claw at the sheets, desperate for air.
He jerks my head up by my hair, and I suck in a breath. “Are you thinking about him right now? About how he touched you in the dark?” His fingers curl just right, and I cry out, hips twitching.
He yanks his fingers free, grabs my hips, and shoves inside with one brutal, punishing thrust.
He pushes my head back down, and I scream into the pillow, muffled and breathless, every inch of me stretched and filled. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pounds into me, fucking me rough, possessive, like he’s trying to carve his name inside my body.
My head’s yanked back suddenly—his fist twisted in my hair, lips at my ear, voice guttural.
“Still want both of us, Trouble?” he snarls. “Still wish he was in front of you? So you could choke on his cock while I ruin this pretty pussy for it?”
I can’t answer—my voice is gone, wrecked, just whimpers and gasps and broken sounds from deep in my throat. But my body gives me away. I clench around him, squeezing so hard I feel him twitch.
His breath is hot against my cheek. “That’s what I thought. You’re such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Bet you’d let him watch while I fuck you stupid. Bet you love knowing we both want to own you.”
Every thrust knocks the air from my lungs, each stroke harder, deeper, the mattress shuddering under us. Jasper keeps my head yanked back, his breath ragged and hot against my ear as he pounds into me, unrelenting, like he’s trying to mark me from the inside out.
“This is what happens,” he snarls, voice dark with control and jealousy, “when you make me share. When you tease us both, let him touch what belongs to me.”
My fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles white, body shaking. I try to hold on to anything—but I can’t. I’m unraveling, every thrust dragging me closer to that edge.
He growls when he feels me tighten. “You gonna cum all over my cock while you’re thinkin’ about him?” He taunts, voice raw, hips snapping. “Or is it me, baby? Who owns you?”
“No—no, it’s you,” I sob into the pillow as my hips buck against his.
“That’s right.” His hand comes down hard across my ass again, making me jerk, to prove his point.
“I’m the one who owns you, Sawyer. Say it.”
“You—I’m yours—Jasper, please.” My voice is a whimper, nothing but truth and wreckage.
My body explodes, orgasm tearing through me—violent, consuming, white-hot. I cry out into the pillow, body clenching and shaking as Jasper fucks me through it, harder, deeper, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
And then he loses it—his grip a brand on my hips, his breath a snarl in my ear. With one last brutal thrust, he buries himself deep, coming with a feral sound that rips straight through me.
We collapse together, a mess of sweat and trembling limbs, his weight crushing me into the mattress. His chest heaves against my back, every inch of me owned, bruised, wrecked—and so fucking alive.
Jasper breathes hard, still inside me, his hand tangled in my hair like he doesn’t want to let go.
“You break me every time,” I whisper into the sheets.
He leans down, mouth at the curve of my neck, and murmurs, “Good. Maybe you’ll finally remember who you belong to.”
RIOT
I shouldn’t be here.
I know that.
I knew that when I snuck off from the guys, slipped into the shadows by their bus like a fucking ghost. The night air is cold, biting against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the burn in my chest.
But I need to see her.
Or maybe I just wanted to know if she was still thinking about me.
What I didn’t expect… was to hear it.
The walls on this bus aren’t thick enough for what Jasper’s doing to her.
Or for the words spilling from his mouth like poison-dipped promises:
“Still want both of us?”
“Still wish he was in front of you so you could choke on his cock while I punish this pretty pussy for it?”
I clench my jaw, every muscle tight, as I press closer to the side of the bus—watching the glow of the cabin light spill through the window, just barely illuminating the outline of Sawyer’s silhouette. My hand’s already freeing my cock before I even realize it.
I’ve been rock hard since that haunted house.
Since she kissed me back.
She pulled me in, as if she needed me to devour her.
And now she’s being wrecked—face-down, fucked full, punished for wanting me.
I work my cock as I groan low, teeth clenched so hard it hurts. My breath fogs the metal on the side of the bus, each exhale rough, ragged. Every sound she makes pushes me closer to the edge.
Because Jasper’s not wrong.
She wants us both.
And the second I hear her whimper “yes”, I nearly fucking lose it.
Her voice, desperate and needy, vibrated through the glass, through my bones. God, I want to make her say my name—scream it.
I stroke harder. Faster. Eyes locked on her silhouette through the tinted window—barely visible. Just enough to feed the madness. My knuckles go white, palm slick, hips stuttering as I picture her mouth, the way she’d look with both of us.
God, she sounds wrecked.
He’s dragging those needy sounds out of her throat like music.
But part of me wants to ruin her even worse.
Wants to bust in there and make her look me in the eye while she chokes on me—
Let Jasper see what it means to share with her.
Let her feel what it means to be truly wanted by two men sick enough to fight over who gets to break her next.
And she’d love it.
I know she would.
Because no matter how good he is at bending her—
I’ll be the one who shatters her.
I finish with a low growl, biting down on my fist to keep from moaning her name like a lunatic in the dark. The tension in my body snaps, heat pulsing out of me as I shake, teeth gritted, staring at that last bit of sliver of her through the glass.
I stare at the window long after the lights go out.
Waiting.
Burning.
Because the next time she sees me, there’ll be no haunted house to blame. No dim light to hide behind. No Jasper to step in.
Just me.
And her.
And a reckoning.