Page 164 of Born in Depravity

I didn’t know!

He moved toward me once more, this time much gentler than the first time, as he took my lips between his in a passionate kiss.

He had looked at me like he hated me, but he kissed me like he loved me.

He devoured me.

He ruined me.

Fuck.

Tears continued to fall down my face, but this time, for a completely different reason. And I …

I kissed him back.

Weak.

I was weak.

He let go of my wrists and placed his hands on my waist as he pulled me close to him. His erection was pressed firmly against my stomach and I felt heat pool between my legs. And God help me, the feeling was not an unfamiliar one.

My nipples hardened underneath my thin shirt, and I knew he could feel it. They felt heavy with the need to be touched by him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and fuck me, but I kissed him back with equal fervor.

I wanted him.

I wanted to devour him until all that was left was this man who belonged solely to me.

He moved his hands underneath my shirt. I gasped into his lips when he cupped my breasts with both hands, playing with my nipples between his rough callused fingers.

I arched my back and moved closer to him, wanting more of this, wanting more of him, and still feeling like I was missing out on something.

Suddenly, he let out a growl and pulled away from me. I looked at him with wide eyes as he pulled the shirt up and over my head. He stared at every inch of naked skin he exposed.

“Fuck,” he said, as he continued to pull at my clothing. My shorts came off next, then my panties. He tapped my foot until I kicked the flimsy fabric out of the way, then kneeled in front of me, looking up and meeting my eyes with hungry ones.

“I am going to fucking worship every inch of your body,” he said, his voice gruff. “Like my own brand of religion. And how fucking devoted I will be to you just before I use you, like my own dirty little whore that you are.”

Then he ate me out.

I jumped, but my back hit the wall. I was trapped, and Nikolay was relentless. My muscles clenched as he grasped my hips with two large rough palms, holding me still.

He leaned back a little and looked up at me, smiling. “Isn’t that right? You’ll be my goddess and my whore, yeah?”

I shouldn’t be okay with such degrading words. Yet I was fucking turned on. I wanted all of that. I wanted him to worship me as much as I wanted him to use me.

He groaned. “I am fucking desperate for you. Do you know that? How fucking easy for you to turn me like this.” He bent and took more of me in his mouth.

My fists clenched at my sides when I felt his tongue enter me once more, and I let out a small groan.

I wanted …

I wanted more.

More and more and more, and still, it would not be enough.

Not.

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