Page 120 of Born in Depravity

My lips twitched.

Any amusement I felt quickly died when she sat up in bed. She was wearing another one of my shirts to sleep. It easily engulfed her.

Her fingers ran up my forearms, pausing on the raised skin there. A scar hidden underneath my tattoo, one of the first I had ever gotten from her father.

A lesson I had learned, and I made a vow that very day that I would one day bathe in his fucking blood.

My mood darkened.

I tried to pull away.

I tried to hold onto that control Nikolay had always hated. Would he be proud to know my emotions were bubbling to the surface, my blood boiling, all because our little pet couldn’t keep her curiosity to herself?

“Let go, Catalina,” I said darkly.

Her grip tightened around me, even as I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Now.”

She bit her lip, contemplating whether she should provoke me.

I felt her grip on my wrist loosen a second too late.

The anger, all the fucking useless emotions, exploded. I leaned down and grabbed her.

She tried scooching over to the other side of the bed, but my hands tightened around her waist. I sat on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge, and placed her on my lap.

She wrapped her arms around my neck when she felt herself falling.

I could scoff at that.

As if I would let her fall when I had her in my arms now.

I kept one hand on her, and the other, I used to take off my shirt. Her eyes widened, and she struggled in my hold, but I had her shirt pulled off her before she could do anything.

Goosebumps rose across her skin.

I reached over and turned on the lamp so I could see her better.

She let out a small squeak and tried to cover her tits with her arms. I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, making her arch her back and bring them closer to me. My mouth watered at the sight.

“You want to know how I got these scars, pet? Is that why you’re so goddamn persistent? Well, I’ll fucking tell you. I’ll tell you every single fucking depraved thing your father had made me do, and did to me.”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

I laughed. “You think I’ll let you go now because you changed your mind?”

I moved my other hand up and down her side before stopping at her tit. Her nipples puckered from my attention and, groaning, I took one in my mouth.

She gasped.

I looked up and met her eyes as I used my teeth on her.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I wondered if she would speak.

Mikhail said she talked to him.

I was feeling …

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