Page 157 of Born in Depravity

Mikhail laughed. “You should see her face right now. She doesn’t like the idea of you drawing it out.”

Nikolay laughed as well, as he moved his other hand and cupped my breast, playing with it. I moved back against him when he pinched my nipple. “How about this?” he said, twisting the hardened nub between two fingers. “I’ll play with you until Mikhail comes. And if you’re a good little girl and let him mark you with his cum, then I let you come. Do we have a deal?”

Did that mean I got to watch Mikhail touch himself?

My eyes automatically moved down to his crotch area, as if I had X-ray vision and could see his dick. I had only seen Damien’s, but right now, I wanted to see Mikhail’s. I wanted to touch it, to see if it was as hard as it looked. I wanted to see him lose control.

He laughed again when he noticed my attention, though it wasn’t mean or dark. I looked down at my lap shyly, but that only brought into focus that I was naked.

And now, I wanted so very badly for Mikhail to come over me while Nikolay brought me over to the edge of ecstasy.

I squirmed just from the thought alone.

“I think our little princess likes the idea very much. If only you could smell her arousal, Mikki.”

“Don’t need to smell her when I can see her,” Mikhail answered gruffly. I didn’t know which emotion to let win: mortification that they were talking about me so casually, or pleasure that I was able to bring out this much emotion in them.

Nikolay moved his hand across the slit of my sex, making me lose all sense of direction. Any thought I had evaporated as I closed my eyes and spread my legs out a little wider, wanting more and more of him.

Nikolay slapped the side of my breast, causing my eyes to shoot open. It didn’t hurt as much as it surprised me, and I didn’t dislike the move, considering a gush of arousal rushed out of me, drenching my inner thighs. He laughed maniacally.

“Keep your eyes open, baby. I want you to watch Mikhail.”

Sure enough, as I turned to Mikhail, he was in the process of taking his clothes off. I licked my suddenly dry lips. I couldn’t believe I almost missed out on the chance of seeing Mikhail undress.

He was beautiful.

He wasn’t as heavily tattooed as Damien, from what I could see, save for a star design of some sort on his left pec. I remembered seeing a similar design on Damien.

There was also a tulip ensnared in barbed wire on his right forearm, and a black tribal tattoo, sharply designed, that took up his right shoulder and ran down his back.

He wasn’t as tall as Damien or as built as Nikolay, but somewhere in between. He was beautiful, with magnetic blue eyes that seemed to sear into my skin whenever he turned them my way.

I wished he would always look at me.

Nikolay played with my nipples as Mikhail threw his shirt off, letting it land softly on the floor before he unbuckled his blue jeans.

My leg muscles clenched just as Nikolay leaned forward and took the skin where my shoulder and neck met between his lips, sucking on it softly.

“Do you like what you see, princess?” he asked, pinching my nipples.

I took in a stuttered breath. When I didn’t answer him right away, he pinched harder.

I nodded, and Nikolay finally let up, soothing away the pain with soft touches of his palm.

“Good girl for answering me,” he praised, just as Mikhail shoved the jeans down, freeing his hard cock.

I bit my bottom lip.

Mikhail wasn’t bigger than Damien, but he was just as intimidating.

“Come closer, Mikki. I want our girl to get a good look at you playing with your cock. I want you to show her what you like, so when she’s brave enough, she’ll pleasure you herself.”

Mikhail walked over to us. My eyes moved from his face down to his defined pecs, those eight-packs on his stomach that I wanted to trace with my fingers, and down to the happy trail leading to his cock.

I blinked and moved my eyes back up to his. The blue irises of his eyes were tinged dark with arousal, … perhaps … maybe with the softness of his affection for me.

Nikolay skimmed his hands down my sides, settling on the flare of my hips for a bit before he cupped my mound.

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