Page 156 of Born in Depravity

I flushed. Between the dark look in Mikhail’s eyes and Nikolay’s bold touch, I was nothing more than a mess of emotions.

I wanted …

I didn’t know what I wanted.

Nikolay pinched my nipple.

I had briefly thought that doing any of this with them would bring back memories of what I went through with Henry, but it had always felt different with them.

And when Nikolay touched me like this, and when Mikhail watched me like this, it felt like they were erasing Henry’s touch.

I arched my back and Nikolay played with me.

The food was forgotten.

All I knew was I wanted more, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.

Nikolay let out a small groan, the sound causing a small vibration to go up his chest. He pulled my shirt up to my collarbones.

My nipples pebbled from both the cold air and their attention.

Mikhail licked his lips and I felt that action all the way down to my sex.

“Do you think Mikhail likes what he sees, princess?” Nikolay asked me.

I didn’t know how to answer him even if I could, but I thought he did.

“Look at him, baby. He’s so hard right now, he looks obscene, doesn’t he?”

My eyes moved down Mikhail’s body, and sure enough, I could tell he was hard, even in the dark blue jeans he was wearing. Nikolay cupped both of my breasts then kneaded them. “Shall we give him a show?”

I tried to swallow, but the images, thepossibilitiesof what Nikolay meant when he said “a show” ran through my mind.

Nikolay stood up with me in his arms. He moved over to the couch and Mikhail followed.

He sat on the couch and tugged off my sweats and panties before I could think to voice my protest. I crossed my legs and covered my breasts with my arms, feeling self-conscious, especially with the curtainless window drawing the bright sunlight from outside.

Nikolay grabbed my legs and hooked them on the outside of his thighs. I let out a small noise that was a cross between a moan and gasp. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be in protest or … fuck,pleasure.

Cold air teased my wet sex, causing a slight tremor to work its way up the inside of my thighs. Mikhail adjusted himself, one large hand cupping his sharp jawline as he took me in.

“You’re exquisite,kotyonok,” Mikhail said, licking his lips. It didn’t matter that he had seen me naked before; I didn’t think I would ever get used to the idea that three men knew me sointimatelywell.

Nikolay spread me out a little further.

My muscles burned from the stretch, but I didn’t try closing my legs. Nikolay cupped me between my legs.

“Fuck, look at this,” he said, plunging a finger inside me. I clenched around him just as he moved it in and out, before pulling out completely. His fingers were smeared in my arousal, and he held it up to show Mikhail. “Look at how fucking wet she is. How long do you think it’ll take me to make her come? Ten seconds? One minute?”

“Draw it out,” Mikhail said roughly.

I felt more than I saw Nikolay’s smile as he leaned down and kissed the skin on my shoulder.

“What do you say, baby girl? Can I draw it out?”

My breath caught.

That just sounded like torture to me.

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