Page 122 of Born in Depravity

White, like virginal. Like sweet and pure.

I grabbed the fabric and yanked on it until it tore in my bare hands.

I threw them somewhere behind me and looked down at her. Looked down at all the soft bare skin she had on display before I looked up at her face.

Tears stuck to her long eyelashes. A mirage of emotions played across her eyes, and I didn’t know what it all meant, only that I didn’t want it to turn to betrayal if I went through with this.

If I fucking used her.

Her chest moved up and down in harsh breaths, her hair fanning out beneath her. She looked like an angel, staring up into the face of a devil.

I closed my eyes, letting out a deep breath.

All my anger seemed to leave me in that one small moment.

Slowly, I lifted myself up so I wasn’t pressing on her anymore.

Small hands reaching out and touching my chest had me opening my eyes in surprise. I wasn’t a man who surprised easily, but fuck if this touch didn’t burn me.

I looked down at her.

She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down, until I was lying on top of her body once more. Her chest pressed against me. I could feel her nipples pebbling, and my dick responded to the touch.

I braced my weight on my elbows and shook my head. “You should let me go,” I said softly.

She took a deep breath, then she shook her head.

“I’ll ruin you.”

She nodded.

I laughed. There was nothing humorous about the sound.

“If I stay, I’m not stopping. Not until you’re mine completely.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging on it slightly until she looked at me. There was a fire blazing in her dark eyes. “You want to be ruined by me?”

She didn’t answer me. She pulled me down and shocked the ever-living hell out of me when she fused our lips together and kissed me.

I froze for a beat before my brain caught up to the action.

Bolts of electricity ran through my skin from the touch, and suddenly, it wasn’t just her kissing me. I was kissing her back. I was controlling it, even as I could feel myself losing control.

I groaned as I bit her bottom lip, trying to get her to open for me.

She gasped when she felt the sting, and I took full advantage, plunging my tongue inside her mouth as I moved my hands down her soft, pliable body, letting my greedy fingers take in every one of her fucking curves.

I pinched her nipples, pulling them taunt, and she arched her back, bringing herself more into me and wrapping herself even more around me.

I moved my hips, pressing up against her drenched cunt, wanting so badly to be inside her, I fucking ached.

More.

I fucking needed more, and it wouldn’t be enough.

My hand moved further south, roaming over her rib cage down to her waist, and further down to the flare of her hips.

She was small, but she was curvy in all the right places, and I was absolutely fascinated with this small girl.

I brought my hand between her legs, reveling in the wetness I found there. With a groan, I stabbed my finger into her wet heat.

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