Page 33 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

Atta girl. So then what are you waiting for?

I turn around and fling the crystal ornament right at the door.

It shatters into a rainbow of glass shards. I feel the thrill of adrenaline shoot through my body.

That felt amazing. Better than amazing.

Satisfied?Charity’s voice chuckles.

“Not even close,” I laugh maniacally, picking up another bauble that I can break.

I hurl it at the door in the same spot as the first.

And the second crash makes me feel like I can breathe again.

“More,” I whisper under my breath. “I want more.”

Filled with a powerful kind of satisfaction, I start trashing the room. Throwing chairs, ripping curtains, breaking anything that can be broken. I tear portraits off the wall and smash them over my knee. I upend the couch. I take wine glasses from the kitchen cabinets andboom-boom-boom,lob them into the chandeliers above. It’s raining glass and chaos. I’m laughing like a maniac.

And I feel alive.

When the door bursts open, I don’t spare the guard a second glance. “Stop!” he orders. “Have you lost your mind?”

Not a chance, bozo! She’s finally fucking found it!

I smile as I grab the letter opener lying on the dressing table and proceed to stab the pillows with it. Downy feathers burst into the air, mingling with the shards of glass still cascading down from the ceiling above.

He charges towards me. “Let me go!” I scream as a pair of massive arms encircle me and hike me up into the air. The guard’s grip tugs at the silky, sheer fabric of my bathrobe, undoing the knot. I feel my breasts bounce loose and the cold rush of air between my bare thighs.

I’m pedaling my feet in empty space as hard as I can, thrashing and resisting. Not that it does much good. The man is bigger and stronger than me by a long shot.

But I won’t go easily. I won’t go quietly.

Not anymore.

Not ever again.

I’m still fighting and the guard is still struggling to pin me in place—until we both hear a sound at the door. A deep, raspy clear of the throat.

In unison, we freeze. We turn. And we see the imposing silhouette framed against the entryway.

His eyes are dark with displeasure as he takes in the damage I’ve caused. And then they flit down to my exposed nude body and the guard’s hands on me. At that, the anger in his irises boils over.

“Enough,” he hisses. “She’s mine.”

9

Phoenix

I’ve never seen Elyssa so out of control.

Her eyes are wild, her body tense and ready to strike. The room I’d had prepared specially for her is a shamble of ruins, a victim of her hidden temper.

And yet none of this incites my anger. In fact, I’m mildly amused to see her let loose like this. It’s a welcome change from the shy, reclusive wallflower who always seemed to be swallowing her true feelings.

There’s real anger there. Hot and sexy. It reminds me of my own.

Her silk robe has come loose, revealing one perfect breast, a long sliver of leg, a tiny nestle of blond hair where her thighs graze together. My cock stiffens at once.

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