Page 60 of Born in Depravity

We stared into each other’s eyes.

“Do you know what this innocent look in your eyes does to me,kotyonok?”

I didn’t know if that was a rhetorical question or not, but I didn’t want to face the man he was just moments before, when he’d told me he didn’t like to repeat himself.

A sick, depraved part of me wanted to fucking please him.

To have him … be affectionate with me.Towardsme.

I shook my head, answering his question.

Something shifted in his eyes, and I could tell he liked it when I responded to him. “No? It’s best that you don’t know.”

His finger moved up, exploring my face. He traced my eyebrow and down the bridge of my nose.

“I can’t imagine how it would be, should you know how much power you actually hold in those bottomless brown eyes of yours.”

Power?

I didn’t hold any power. I was merely a small, insignificant woman. This world we lived in was ruled by big scary men like him. Like Damien. Like Nikolay.

They could so easily crush me in the palms of their hands.

I frowned at him, and I swore I saw his lips twitched.

“You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you?”

Again, he was asking me that. Wariness entered. I didn’t know why, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t like what was coming next.

I didn’t answer him this time, and he didn’t seem to care. His attention shifted to the white container and he pulled off the lid and placed it on the floor.

I watched him with a hint of apprehension and curiosity.

He turned and looked down at me.

Without saying another word, he grabbed a large popsicle stick and poked at whatever was in the container.

He stirred before pulling the stick out, and a sticky pink glob came up with it.

Wax?

Why did he have wax?

I didn’t know, but I didn’t want to find out.

I struggled against my bonds, but it was useless. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. My legs were spread, exposing parts of me I didn’t want him to see. He placed one big palm on my shoulder, but that did nothing to comfort me. I continued to struggle.

“Hold still,kotyonok, I don’t want to hurt you, but I fucking will if you don’t.”

Fuck. That.

I didn’t care if he hurt me. I didn’t want to hold still.

An inkling of what he wanted to do with me entered my mind, and fuck, I didn’t want it.

I didn’t want to be waxed.

Small whimpering sounds moved up my throat. Mikhail moved closer to me.

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