Page 164 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

She’s mine. Not theirs, butmine.

Suddenly, I feel her hand against my cheek. She lifts my face to hers and the expression there is pleading.

She wants me to do this.

She wants me to follow instructions.

She’s saying,If we have to do this… let’s make the most of it.

So we do. I strip out of my clothes, and when I’m standing there as naked as she is, I pull her to me. We sink down to the mattress together.

It takes me a moment longer than usual to get hard, and that’s only possible because I block out everyone else and focus only on Elyssa.

She looks tired, pale and terrified. But her beauty shines through despite it.

Is this the last time I’ll ever see her? I don’t believe it. There’s a way out of this. I don’t know what it is yet, but I swear on my son’s grave that I’ll find it.

I can feel Ozol’s eyes on my back. He wants me to fuck her. He wants to turn as into animals. He wants to humiliate us.

But that’s not up to him. This isn’t his moment—it’s ours.

So I don’t fuck Elyssa. I make love to her.

I lean in and kiss her, long and slow. She kisses me back, clinging to my shoulders like her life depends on it. When I pull back, I see the glint of her tears, but she manages a small smile.

I reach down between her legs and slip my finger inside her. Her muscles clench around me. “Forget them all,” I whisper fiercely. “It’s just me and you, little lamb. It’s just me and you.”

I look her in the eye as I finger her. It takes some time for her to open up, but before long, she’s wet. Only then do I lay her on her back and slide inside of her.

I move slowly, taking my time, savoring every inch of her. Trying to memorize the curve of her hips. The peak of her nipples. The way her hair splays around her head like a halo and her mouth opens with each subtle moan and all the other million things about her that I love, that I crave, that I need.

The sound of our bodies crashing together feels like triumph. A “fuck you” middle finger to the man who wants to break us.

I lock eyes with Elyssa and never look away. The rest of the world can go to hell. This cell, the men in it, even this disgusting mattress we’re on… it all fades away.

And then it’s just Elyssa and me. My lost little lamb.

Exactly how we’re meant to be.

I’m approaching my peak. She’s almost at hers, too. I know those sounds, those sensations—her clenching and clawing at my back, biting down on my shoulder, squeezing her thighs behind me…

When suddenly, I feel a savage pain in my ribs.

It rips me down from the cloud of euphoria we were floating on. Suddenly, I’m right back to cold, hard reality. To a dank cell. An army of bad men.

And pain. A lot of fucking pain.

I look up and see Ozol standing above me. His eyes are wide with manic bloodlust.

Then I hear a scream. Elyssa’s scream.

I see blood drenching her lily-white skin. Rage overcomes me.If he touched her…

But a second later, I feel relief. Because I realize it’s not her blood.

It’s mine.

Ozol wrenches the bloody knife out of my side. At the same moment, a dozen hands grab me and tear me off my wife. She cries out, tears streaming down her face, but she still never utters a word.

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