Page 175 of Born in Depravity

CATALINA

I stoodin front of them, trying hard not to let them see how badly I was affected, and they hadn’t even touched me yet.

I failed.

All I could think about was the way Damien grasped my breast and told me I had pretty nipples, and the way Nikolay had made me come with nothing but his fingers alone, and the way Mikhail had told me he loved the way I tasted as he ate me out.

He’d called mekotyonokin that sexy accent of his, messing me up just a little bit.

You have such a delectable little pussy, and I can’t get over the taste of you.

My thighs clenched with the memory of his words.

I shouldn’t think about things like this.

Not like this, and not about a man, and especially not about three men.

There was something wrong and depraved about it.

Something I wanted more of, the more time I spent with them.

“Strip, pet,” Damien commanded casually. His eyes were anything but. They were dark with hunger.

I looked at him helplessly.

I had never stripped in front of them before. Usually, they were the ones to take off my clothes. It made it easier to accept. If I was just a victim, unable to fight off their advances, then I couldn’t be blamed for all the immoral things we did behind closed doors.

But I wasn’t a victim.

I was a willing,desperateparticipant in their sick games.

“No?” Damien asked, looking amused. He seemed to read me better than the other two. He knew what I wanted. I looked down, my cheeks tight from the fierce blush I was already feeling.

“Very well. If that’s the way you want it, pet, who am I to deny you? I can’t deny you anything.”

Mikhail let out a soft chuckle that sent shivers through my body, but I didn’t look away from Damien.

“Mikhail, why don’t you undress our little disobedient pet for us?”

“With pleasure,” Mikhail cooed, moving closer to me. I fought the urge to move back, knowing better than to run from a predator. Not like earlier. Judging by the mischief in Nikolay’s eyes, he enjoyed the chase way too much.

The smile Mikhail shot me, part wolfish, part arrogant, made me proud for holding my ground.

He tucked a strand of brown hair behind my ear before he cupped my cheek. I looked up at him as he moved the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

I closed my eyes when he kissed me.

I didn’t think I could ever get used to the feel of his lips on mine. Of all the men, Mikhail had the softest lips. I could get drunk on his kisses alone. He moved his hand to the back of my head, holding it there possessively as he continued to devour me.

I let out a small whimper when he took a nip of my bottom lip, then licked away the sting.

“Fuck,kotyonok,” he whispered against my lips, his hot breath moving over the wet flesh. “You taste so sweet. Almost as sweet as your pussy. Do you think Nikolay would want a taste?”

My eyes sprang open. His blue eyes were nearly dark, and I didn’t know what to say to his question. Did I want Nikolay to taste me? He’d done it before, but in front of the other two? Just the thought felt sacrilegious.

Of all the three men, Nikolay was the one I was most wary of. And the most fascinated by. While Damien was powerful in a cold way and Mikhail in a silent way, Nikolay was like a bomb waiting to be denoted.

He scared me.

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