Page 469 of Rage

"Remember," he says softly, "this is your revenge. I'm just here to guide you."

As we stand over our captives, the gravity of the moment settles over me. Jaz gently guides my hand to one of the tools—a sharp knife that glints in the moonlight. "Do it like I showed you. Start slow," he murmurs. "Make them feel every moment."

With trembling fingers, I make the first cut across Tyler's chest. He jerks awake with a muffled scream, eyes wild with fear and confusion. The sight of his pain ignites something primal within me.

Jaz's hands steady mine as I work, his low voice in my ear providing instruction and encouragement. "That's it, little Bee. Make them suffer."

One by one, they wake to a nightmare of their own making. Their pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as I extract my pound of flesh. With each cut, each scream, I feel a piece of myself returning. The power they stole from me that night flows back into my veins.

As their cries grow weaker, my resolve strengthens. Jaz watches with dark approval, occasionally stepping in todemonstrate a particularly cruel technique. The sounds of their suffering mingle with the distant bass of the party, creating a macabre symphony.

When it's over, when their broken bodies lie still on the blood-soaked ground, I feel reborn.

And turned on.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins ignites into something else--a primal, desperate need. I turn to Jaz, my body thrumming with dark energy. His eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with a hunger that matches my own.

Without a word, I launch myself at him. My lips crash against his, teeth clashing as I pour every ounce of rage and pain and twisted desire into the kiss. Jaz responds instantly, his strong arms wrapping around me as he devours my mouth.

We stumble backwards, away from the carnage we've wrought, until my back hits the rough bark of a tree. Jaz's hands roam my body, no longer gentle but demanding, possessive. I arch into his touch, craving the burn of his calloused fingers against my skin.

"Please," I gasp against his lips, not even sure what I'm begging for.

Jaz understands. With a growl, he picks me up, pressing me firmly against the tree. His body covers mine, hot and hard, and I wrap my legs around his hips. I feel the thick length of him pressing against my entrance as his lips trail fire down my neck.

"Is this what you want, little Bee?" he rasps, his voice rough with need. "To reclaim this place? To wash away their touch with mine?"

"Yes," I moan, grinding against him. "Please, Jaz. I need-"

My words cut off in a gasp as he hikes up my dress further, cool air hitting my overheated skin. Jaz's fingers trace the edge of my panties, teasing me. "So wet for me," he murmurs approvingly. "Such a good girl."

In one swift motion, he tears the delicate fabric away. I cry out at the sting, pleasure spiking through me. Jaz's hand comes up to cover my mouth, muffling my cries.

"Shh," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Can't let anyone hear us, can we? Don't want anyone interrupting us."

I nod frantically, beyond words. Jaz keeps his hand over my mouth as he positions himself at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he's inside me, stretching me to the point of pain.

There's nothing gentle about what follows. Jaz takes me hard and fast, his hips snapping against mine with bruising force. Each thrust drives me against the rough bark of the tree, the pain only heightening my pleasure. Jaz wraps a hand around my throat, not squeezing, but applying just enough pressure to remind me of his strength. The possessive gesture sends a thrill through me. His dark eyes bore into mine as he pounds into me relentlessly.

"You're mine now," he growls, his voice rough with exertion and something deeper, more primal. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasp out, the word muffled against his palm. "I'm yours, Jaz."

His grip on my throat tightens fractionally, cutting off my air for just a moment before releasing. The brief deprivation makes my head spin, heightening every sensation.

"Again," he demands, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm.

"Yours!" I cry out, not caring if anyone hears. Let them come. Let them see what we've done, what we've become.

Jaz's movements grow more frantic, his control slipping. I can feel my own release building, a tidal wave threatening to overwhelm me. The rough bark of the tree scrapes against my back, pain and pleasure blurring until I can no longer tell them apart.

"Come for me, little Bee," Jaz commands, his voice a low growl that vibrates through my entire body. "Let me feel you."

His words are the final push I need. I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name. Jaz follows soon after, his body shuddering against mine as he spills inside me with a guttural groan.

For a long moment, we stay like that, panting and trembling in the aftermath. The distant sounds of the party filter back in, a stark reminder of the world beyond our dark cocoon. Slowly, Jaz lowers me to my feet, his hands gentle now as they smooth down my dress.

As the last tremors of pleasure fade, reality crashes back in. The coppery scent of blood mingles with the salt air, a grim reminder of what we've done. Jaz's eyes lock onto mine, a silent question in their depths. I nod, no words needed between us.

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