Page 50 of Ripped Lace (Ripped Bratva)

“But this—your wet thighs, your aching pussy? Your body wants me. Isn’t that right, Elyssa?”

I cry out despite myself.

“This. Is. All. We. Are,” he growls, his lips pressed against my neck.

He bites down hard. I scream.

“We are sex. Meaningless, violent, cold, hard sex. Nothing more.”

I can feel the orgasm claw its way to the surface and I chase the high of it. I need a release; I’m desperate for it.

“You want me to make you come?”

I can only stare back at him, my eyes hazy with lust…

And nod.

“Tell me,” he croons. “Use your words.”

I nod again frantically. “Yes.”

He works his fingers even deeper inside me. “I want to hear you fucking say it. All of it.”

“Make me come,” I gasp. “Please…”

His eyes blaze for a moment. The peak of our fight. Sex and lust and anger all whirling together in an intoxicating mix, pushing me higher and higher and—

And then suddenly, he tears himself away from me.

“No.”

I feel the emptiness, inside and out.

I collapse against the balcony railing as the orgasm fades away without ever truly cresting. Phoenix just stands there and stares at me coldly.

“Fix yourself up,” he says, his tone black as midnight.

Then he turns and walks away.

“Guard!” he yells as he goes. “Get her the fuck away from me.”

Only then do my tears finally come loose.

12

Phoenix

Matvei finds me in my office. “Phoenix?” he says cautiously.

I turn from the window. “I hate this fucking room.”

“You’re the one that designed it.”

“Years ago. But I’ve barely used it. Not enough to realize how flawed it is.”

Matvei looks around with a frown. “What are the flaws?”

“The windows,” I grunt. “There’s going to be a lot of fucking light come morning.”

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