Page 202 of Hymns of the Broken

With no hesitation, I press his hand flat against the armrest of the chair, and clamp the pliers on his index fingernail. He barely gets out a curse before I yank.

A wet, ripping snap fills the room. Blake screams—a real, ugly sound that bounces off the concrete and dies in the darkness. Blood pours from the tip of his finger, a crimson river staining the floor.

Sawyer doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even blink. She smiles like she’s finally seeing something she’s always wanted.

She leans in, voice ice-cold. “Why did you take me?”

He’s sobbing now, but stubborn as ever. “You—you have to say it, Sawyer. I want to hear you admit what you did. I want you to look at them and say you came for me—”

Before he can finish, Jasper’s already on his other side, moving smooth as a reaper. He grabs Blake’s left hand, pins it down, and in one quick, brutal move, rips out another nail with a fresh set of pliers.

Another scream. Louder this time. The air smells of copper, sweat, and panic.

Sawyer looks down at him, calm as a queen passing sentence. “Last chance, Blake. Why did you do it?”

He whimpers, blood and snot mixing on his face. “Admit it, Sawyer. Admit you came on my knife—”

I snap. I get right inhisface, nose to nose, my voice a snarl. “That’s whatyou’re so caught upabout? You want to talk about making her cum? How about you see what she looks like when she begs for it? When sheactuallywants it?”

I turn, moving straight to Sawyer—my hands still stained with Blake’s blood. I grab her jaw, tilting her chin up, meeting her eyes with every ounce of promise and filth I’ve got in me.

“Give me permission, Hellcat. Trust me. You’ll love this.”

She looks up at me, eyes glinting, and gives me the slightest nod—the power crackles in the air. Jasper’s grin is dark and mean as he catches on.

I slowly trail my hand down Sawyer’s side, letting Blake see every move I make. I don’t even look at him—I only have eyes for her.

“Let’s show him what it looks like when you cum for someone whoactuallyknows how to make you scream,” I murmur, voice low and filthy. “And then he can sit there and rot with the truth.”

Sawyer meets my eyes—steady, unflinching, hungry for justice in the filthiest sense. I see her jaw tighten. See the way she squares her shoulders and lets that mask slip, just for us. She’s not afraid. She’s furious. And she’s about to destroy him.

I haul her into my arms, kissing her hard, staking my claim right in front of Blake. My bloody fingers dig into her hips, pulling her close. She melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning into my mouth. Letting him know exactly who she belongs to.

Jasper’s right behind her, hands gripping her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. His dark eyes never leave Blake. “You better watch. Don’t fucking blink.”

I drop to my knees, kissing a trail from her navel to her thighs, never breaking eye contact with Blake as I hook my thumbs in her shorts, dragging them down along with her underwear.

She’s shaking, but it’s not fear. It’s the power, the adrenaline, the control. Jasper’s grip tightens on her hips, steadying the tremor. I glance up and she gives a little nod, eyes wild and shining with something that’s not shame, but vengeance.

I press my mouth to her, licking and sucking, letting my tongue work her open right there in front of him. Sawyer moans—loud, wrecked, real—her hands tangling in my hair, her back arching. Jasper cages her with his body, palm splayed on her lowerbelly, keeping her from climbing away from the edge too soon. I make it messy, make it audible. Every sound, every gasp, every slick slide of my tongue is for him to hear, to remember, to haunt his nightmares.

Jasper’s mouth finds her ear, “Let him see what it looks like when you’re worshipped. Let him know he never broke you.” His other hand traces down, spreading her thighs wider for me.

Sawyer’s legs are shaking. She’s panting, moaning, lost in it—but she never takes her eyes off Blake. Not once. She lets him see her undone. Not for him, never for him, but because he needs to know he never mattered.

I slip two fingers inside her, curling just right, and she cries out my name. Jasper’s arm locks hard around her ribs to hold her through the shudder, his thumb stroking slow circles under her breast to anchor her while I work her down.

My eyes move over to Blake. His face is twisted with rage, shame, agony, and humiliation. Perfect.

Sawyer shudders, hips grinding into my face, voice breaking as she cums for me—screaming, shaking, eyes locked on Blake while Jasper holds her upright. “That’s it, baby. You’re safe. You’re ours.”

I drag my mouth off her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Then I stand, letting Blake see how hard I am, how desperate we both are for her. But it’s Sawyer who finishes him.

She steps forward, tears streaking her face, but her chin high as she spits on the floor at his feet.

“That’s what it looks like, Blake. Genuine pleasure. Something you never got from me or deserved.”

Jasper grabs him by the hair, forcing him to look up. “You done yet? Or do you need us to fuck her too, while you watch?”