Page 94 of Born in Depravity

His lips moved back to my clit, and I could feel a strong tremor working its way up my body, not unfamiliar to how I had felt with Damien.

“Don’t hold back, princess. Come for me.”

I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t know how I could fall so forcefully with just words from him, but that was what happened. I let out a small cry as I fell, and I felt him move his lips down to my slit, taking in all my arousal.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I tried to move away, but Nikolay held me still. His fingers continued to work me over. The second orgasm hit me like a freight train.

It came out of nowhere, and I felt like the bomb I’d mentally accused him of being. I imploded.

And it just hurt sogood.

I cried silently.

I was only vaguely aware of Nikolay sitting up and wrapping me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I was supposed to remain good and pure and—fuck—unsullied.

My father’s greatest fucking gift wasn’t me, but my virginity.

And though that was still intact, I didn’t know how long that would be the case. The worst part was, I didn’t know if by the time that happened, it wouldn’t be taken from me, but that I would willingly be giving it up to one of the three men.

I burrowed closer to Nikolay.

He didn’t push me away like I expected.

Out of the three, Nikolay seemed like the least affectionate. I didn’t know if my closeness made him uncomfortable or not, but he was holding me close and I wasn’t going to question it.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that.

I didn’t even know when I stopped crying or when my mind became terrifyingly numb to my surroundings, save for the man holding me in his arms.

But I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

I peeked up at him. His green eyes were already on me and, like Damien’s and Mikhail’s, they were unreadable, though there was something animated about them that sent shivers up and down my spine.

He tightened his arms around me a fraction.

His fingers moved down the side of my face before reaching my lips.

My mouth opened of its own accord.

Technically, I hadn’t kissed anyone before. Dr. Russo didn’t count. I didn’t want that to be my first kiss, but looking at Nikolay right now, I wondered if I wanted him to be my first kiss.

My heart raced from the thought. I should not be thinking about kissing one of my captors. There was something messed up about the thought.

I cleared my throat and turned from him, and his touch fell away.

“You won, princess,” Nikolay said after a moment. My eyes moved back to his. That was right. I did win. I only made noises twice.

“What do you want?”

For the first time in a long time, I could feel my heart jump in excitement. What did I want? I could ask for the dessert Damien brought me, or for clothes. It would be nice to get to wear clothes that belonged to me. I could kill for undergarments, but then thought about how Nikolay would look if I asked him to buy me underwear, and I quickly dismissed the thought.

Our deal hinged on the fact that Nikolay would keep his word. There was an imbalance of power between the three men and me. I knew it, and they knew it. The fact that I spent most of my days naked spoke to that. Hell, I was naked now.

Did I trust him to keep his word?

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