Page 206 of Hymns of the Broken
Blake looks shocked and a little hopeful. Like he’s about to get something completely different than what he actually is.
Well,this is gonna be even better than I thought.
She steps out of the shorts, never looking away, Riot’s shirt falling just enough to skim the tops of her thighs. I also see the way Riot is looking at her—like he’s been waiting for this moment, hungry and reverent all at once.
But then she shocks even us. She grabs the hem of Riot’s shirt she’s wearing, peels it over her head, and tosses it to the side.
And standing there in front of her kidnapper, her abuser, Sawyer is wearing nothing but a gothic black two-piece lingerie set. It’s perfect on her—lacy, strappy, all her ink and darkness peaking through, hugging every curve.
It’s armor and confession and fuck you all at once.
RIOT
Sawyer stands in black lingerie, with fire in her eyes even as she steps out of her shorts and tosses my shirt aside. The chains on Blake rattle, but I don’t look at him. Just my girl.
She motions her me to come to her and I waste no time. Once I get to her I lift her onto the edge of the desk, letting her legs dangle I spreading them wide so I can step between. She grabs my wrist, meeting my gaze, unashamed even with her kidnapper chained up just a foot away.
“I want him to see what it looks like when someoneworshipsme. I want you to make me fall apart right in front of him.” She whispers, but I’m sure he can still hear her.
Goddamn.
I let my hands run up from her ankles, slow as sin, every inch an offering. “You want him to watch while you cum for me, Angel? Want him to see exactly what you look like when you’re begging for it?”
She bites her lip, never looking away from Blake. “I want him to know he could never make me feel like this. I want him to see how you, how both of you, make me feel. Make sure he knows he could never give me what you and Jasper do.”
From thechair, Blake’s voice cuts in, desperate and bitter. “Sawyer, this isn’t you. You’re just trying to hurt me, baby, but you know this isn’t real—”
I drag my thumbs up Sawyer’s thighs, spreading her wide, not even glancing in his direction. “You hear that, Blake? Shewantsthis. She wants all of it. And she’s not begging you.”
Blake yanks against the cuffs, voice panicked. “You’re fucking sick. Both of you. Sawyer, look at me—you don’t have to do this!You’re just pissedat me—”
I bend down, teeth scraping lightly up her inner thigh, my voice just for her but loud enough for him. “You ready to show him who owns you now, baby?”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t flinch. “Yes. I wanthimto watch every second. I want him to know he can’t break me—no matter what he did.”
Blake’s words turn to pathetic and frantic. “Sawyer, please, just talk to me. Don’t let them do this to you, talk to me. I know you. You’re not—”
Jasper’s watching from the shadows, hunger in his eyes, hands flexing like he wants to rip the world apart just for her. I grin, drag my tongue up her thigh, every inch for her, every second another nail in Blake’s coffin.
“Are you gonna be our good girl, Sawyer? Or do want to drag this out, let him see how good it gets before we let you break?”
She meets my gaze, eyes wild. “Make me wait. Makehimwatch me lose it for you.”
“You’re mine. You always have been.Thisdoesn’t change anything—you hear me?Thisis just you trying to get back at me!” He’s screaming now, but we don’t even turn his way.
Jasper steps closer, his eyes never leaving her. “You heard her, Riot. Let’s make it a show.”
I palm her thighs, pressing her back just a little, so she’s entirely on display. Legs spread, eyes blazing. God, she’s so damn brave and beautiful. “You want everyone to know, Angel? I’ll make you scream for it. You’ll cum when I say, and he’ll never forget what it looks like watching a real man wreck you.”
She nods, lips parting as my fingers finally slide up to tease the edge of her panties.
“Good girl, you’re soaked for me already.” I murmur, eyes on hers as my thumb circles her clit. “Let’s give him something to remember.”
SAWYER
I feel Riot’s hands slide up my calves again, his palms rough and grounding. I can feel Blake staring at me, chained and spitting ugly words but they barely register. His voice is just background static, drowned out by Riot’s touch and Jasper’s heavy, silent presence.
I look Blake right in the eye, steady as I can manage. “You don’t get to talk over me anymore,” I say, my voice shockingly strong. “You don’t get to make the rules.Thisis my choice. My life. And you’re going to watch every second.”
