Chapter 35 #2
Riot leans in, his voice is pure violence. “You know why we’re doing this? Every bruise, every broken bone—you earned it. Every second you tormented her, you bought this fate.”
Jasper grabs Blake by the hair, lifts his ruined face to look at him, bloodied and swollen. “You know what’s coming. You’re not leaving this room alive. Every second you’re still breathing is a mercy you don’t deserve.”
Riot steps back, chest heaving, sweat shining on his arms. “Sawyer, you don’t have to watch. But if you want to finish it—he’s yours.”
I shake my head. I’m not leaving. “He dies tonight. Right now.”
Blake is delirious as he tries to find words—“Sawyer, please—let’s talk, you know I love you, we can fix this—” But I slap him. Hard. The crack echoes in the silent room, his head snapping sideways.
“You will never touch me, haunt me, or hurt me again. You’re nothing. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as me.”
Riot puts the gun in my hand, blood mixing as our fingers touch. The guys back away, giving me the floor and I feel their support—unmovable, fierce, proud.
Blake is a babbling, desperate mess. “You’re mine, Sawyer. You’ll always be mine. You’ll never be clean—”
“No, Blake,” I say, interrupting his nonsense. “I’m theirs. I’m mine. And I’m done letting you live in my head.”
He whines, tears streaming, eyes wide. “Sawyer, please. Don’t do this. Please don’t listen to them. We’re married.”
I stare him down, not even shaking. “Till death do us part, Blake.”
He screams as I raise the gun. “No—Sawyer, please—don’t—”
I squeeze the trigger. His head snaps back, blood splattering on the wall. He twitches once before going utterly still.
The silence hits harder than the shot. I’ve never shot anyone before. I’ve never even thought about it before. My brain keeps trying to hand this moment to some other girl, some other life, like I’m about to wake up and find a commercial break between me and what I just did.
A feral, stupid thought flashes—‘Am I going to be the reason for a murder documentary? The teal-haired girl with shaky hands, freeze-framed while a grim voiceover dissects my trauma like evidence. Strangers arguing in the comments: Why didn’t she leave sooner?
Why didn’t she go to the cops?’ As if a restraining order could slam a window shut from the inside of my ribs.
My body can’t pick a reaction. Laugh or vomit.
Collapse or run. My knees hollow out, my palms are sweaty, and my pulse is a drum-line I can’t mute.
Under the panic, something calmer settles in with me.
He would have never stopped. Not for a judge.
Not for me. Not for my sister. Not for my nephew.
Not for the boys standing behind me breathing like they’d bleed on command if I asked.
My hands are shaking, splattered with blood—his blood. Riot is the first to move. He wraps me up in his arms, breath hot at my ear, heart pounding against my back. Jasper closes in, hands cupping my face, his thumb sweeping the blood from my cheek only to smear it down my jaw.
“Fucking hell, Trouble,” Jasper whispers, staring into my eyes like I’m something holy and dangerous. “You did it. You’re free. You set yourself free.”
The panic in me doesn’t vanish—it melts.
The ringing in my ears thins to a throb, and what’s left is heat.
Possession. Relief sharpened to hunger. I feel the terror unclench its fist around my lungs and the room rushes back in—their bodies, their breath, the iron-salt taste on my tongue.
I’m not drifting anymore. I’m here. In my skin.
In my choice. And all my fear floods with want.
Riot’s hand is already at my throat, his grip tight, possessive. “God, you look so fucking hot right now. All this blood—” He drags his thumb through the mess on my neck, paints it across my collarbones. “It’s like a work of art. A masterpiece.”
Jasper snorts. “You’re demented.”
“And she fucking loves it,” Riot says while kissing my neck.
There’s something savage in the air, a freedom I’ve never felt before.
I push up onto my toes and kiss Jasper, tasting salt and copper.
He groans, arms crushing me close. Riot’s hands are everywhere, yanking at my shirt and pushing it up over my skin that’s streaked in blood, painted by what we survived. What I survived.
Jasper grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Are you wanting to get fucked, Little Demon? Right here, right now? Did this turn you on?”
I nod. “Yes, I want you both of you. I want to remember what it feels like to be alive.”
Riot grabs me, spinning to lift me onto the desk—our altar. The blood is everywhere, sticky, wet, and neither of them cares. Jasper shoves my shorts and underwear down, fingers digging into my thighs, marking me with streaks of red.
Riot is behind me, hands sliding up my stomach, gripping my breasts so hard I gasp, his bloody palms leaving prints across my skin. “You see this, Angel? All that pain, all that fear—it’s fucking gone. You killed it. Now, let’s remind his dead body who you belong to.”
Jasper’s cock is already out and smeared with blood as he drags it up the inside of my thigh, and over my slit. Riot bites my shoulder, tongue lapping at the blood there, groaning low. “You’re perfect like this. Covered in war paint. Covered in victory.”
I shudder, back arching, begging for more.
Jasper slams into me in one brutal thrust, knocking the breath from my lungs.
Blood smears across my skin from their hands being everywhere, and down his cock, painting everything in red.
Riot presses himself close, rutting against my thigh, one hand fisting my hair, the other gripping Jasper’s jaw and leaning in like he’s going to kiss him.
“You two look so good together, blood all over you, our cocks hard for the same girl. I wonder how much more she’d scream if she saw me fucking you while you fuck her.”
My whole body jolts, heat flooding between my legs. Jasper lets out a ragged laugh, teeth bared, hips pounding into me even harder. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you, Sawyer? Watching us lose control, making a mess of each other for you?”
Riot bites my shoulder, his hand drifting down to where Jasper is buried inside me, rubbing us both, spreading blood and slick everywhere. “She’s fucking soaked, man. All this talk got her greedy for it.”
“Don’t get any ideas, Riot. You’re not fucking me—ever.”
Riot laughs, licking a stripe of blood from Jasper’s neck just to mess with him. “Not even a little? Damn, Sawyer. He’s no fun at all.”
I let out a loud sigh, playing it up. “God, you two are such teases. Guess I’ll have to keep fantasizing, huh?”
Jasper growls, biting at my neck, making it clear he’s only got eyes—and everything else—for me. “The only thing you’re getting tonight is us ruining you together. Riot can keep dreaming.”
Riot laughs, eyes dancing with mischief. “You hear that, Angel? Guess it’s just you and me for the filthy stuff.” His hand closes around my throat, not hard—just enough to make my pulse throb against his palm as he leans in, lips grazing my ear, voice filthy and dark and meant for both of us.
“Look at him. Look how fucking wrecked he is. Bet you wish you could see him on his knees for me—maybe sucking my cock while you ride him, both of us using you at the same time.”
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’s cock 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.