Page 167 of Born in Depravity

CATALINA

Nikolay finally pulledout of me and guided me to the bed.

Like Damien, he seemed obsessed over the sight of his cum dripping out of me. He pried my legs open and focused his gaze intently on my pussy. He smirked when he moved his thumb across my opening, teasing it and smearing the cum around. I didn’t have the energy to do anything more than lie there, my muscles convulsing from the slight pleasure he evoked from such a gentle touch.

I didn’t want to think about any potential stain we might have left behind on the carpet.

He joined me in bed, and I rested my head against his chest.

This was the first time I'd seen him naked.

He was just so beautiful.

In another world, Nikolay could have been a famous actor or model.

He could have made it big, too, and if not for the rough, hardened look in his eyes, he'd look like he belonged on the cover of a men’s magazine.

I traced my finger down his chest. He had the same star tattoo on his chest as Mikhail and Damien had.

On his rib was a big tattoo of a black and white skull, burning. On his right rib cage was a tattoo of a snake wrapped around an old fashion clock.

He wasn’t as heavily tattooed as Damien.

But he was no less beautiful.

I was completely enraptured by him.

I tilted my head back and took him in. His eyes were focused on me, making my breath catch.

We stared at each other for one long second … two … three …

He leaned down and kissed me.

This kiss was much more tame than any of the kisses I had experienced before.

Sweet, even.

I cupped his cheek and kissed him back. His tongue peeked out and swiped the bottom of my lip. I opened my mouth and he deepened the kiss.

There was nothing like it.

If only I could hold onto this moment forever.

He pulled away. I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to open them just yet. Didn’t want reality to intrude on such a perfect moment.

His thumb moved down to my lip.

I smiled a little before I opened my eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said. “Why were you crying and who do I have to kill to make it all better?”

Coming from anyone else, it would be hypothetical, but from Nikolay, I knew he was serious.

He would kill a man if it made me feel better.

There might be something wrong with me, but I thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me.

I shook my head.

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