Page 151 of Born in Depravity

Did he mean …

My eyebrows jumped as I took him in.

I shook my head.

I wasn’t looking at Kirill in any way. Jeez.

And what did he mean, three men? And for how long? Until they grew bored of me? For some reason, the thought made my stomach twist in ugly knots.

“Possessive bastard, isn’t he, pet?” Damien said, coming up beside us. Nikolay tightened his grip on my hand.

I shot him a questioning look before we followed Damien inside the luxurious hotel, Mikhail behind us. I turned slightly to look back at him—perhaps to make sure he wasn’t going to be left behind, though I didn’t think anyone could forget Mikhail—and he winked at me.

The very action sent the fluttering of a million butterfly wings straight to my stomach. Suddenly, the image of what Damien and I had done ran through my mind, only it wasn’t just Damien I was doing all those things with, but Mikhail and Nikolay.

I looked down at the fancy red-carpeted floor.

There was something wrong with me to be thinking about these things, especially here, of all places. My father’s words were like an echo, playing over and over in my head. He always thought if he didn’t keep a close enough eye on me, I would become a whore.

I let out a small sigh and Nikolay pulled me closer to his huge body just as we got to the hotel lobby.

Despite the late hour, the hotel was filled with staff to help us. They all looked at Damien, Mikhail, and Nikolay with both fear and admiration.

I supposed you didn’t have to be born in this world to recognize dangerous men when you saw them, and these three men had danger written all over them.

And it seemed they frequented this hotel often. The staff knew them by name.

“Mr. Vasiliev, Mr. Sokolov, Mr. Volkov,” said a well-dressed woman in her early thirties. She had shiny brown hair and bright blue eyes, and a face full of makeup flawlessly applied despite the hour. I was still in Damien’s shirt and sweatpants. I didn’t even have a chance to brush my unruly long hair, and I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been able to wear makeup.

I felt unkempt and lacking in every way possible, and when the woman turned to me, I couldn’t help but think she agreed with me.

I didn’t like the way she was looking at them and I didn’t know why—just that I didn’t like it.

“Miss,” she said, nodding her head toward me. At least she was acknowledging me in some way. I shot her a small smile, and Damien crowded me. I looked at him, but he wasn’t looking at me. He might not be aware he was doing it.

“Welcome to the Bennett Hotel. If you need anything from me, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call.”

I was probably overthinking the innuendos in the tone of her voice. Still, I couldn’t help the small huff of annoyance that escaped my lips, earning me a smirk from Nikolay. I ignored him.

None of the men responded to her. Her lips thinned and I shifted a little on my feet, feeling uncomfortable for her.

Kirill came up to us.

Nikolay wrapped his arms around me possessively as Kirill handed a few keycards to Damien. He nodded at me, his blue eyes shrouded in gentleness, which threw me off a little, because I didn’t think any man who worked for these men would be gentle. Kirill didn’t look like a gentle man.

With buzzed dark blond hair and tattoos that ran up to the side of his neck, he was intimidating in every sense of the word. I had a feeling he did more than just drive people around. He was dressed all in black that covered his huge frame. He was probably only a few inches shorter than Damien, who was the tallest man I had ever seen.

I had Damien estimated to be around six-foot-four or -five.

I smiled at him, and Nikolay made a small threatening noise.

“Be careful, princess, or you’re going to get him killed.”

My surprised eyes jumped to his green ones, and Damien made a small scoffing noise. “Let’s go. Catalina is tired and Kirill, stop looking at her if you value your life.”

What?

Nikolay turned me toward the elevator when the woman stopped us. I’d almost forgotten she was here.

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