Page 88 of Hymns of the Broken
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 kissthat’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 torememberit later.
One handcradles 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
