Page 163 of Born in Depravity

“Princess?”

I didn’t answer him.

I moved into the bedroom and tried to lock it, but it wouldn’t lock..

I let out a small groan.

Why couldn’t anything go my way today?

I backed up a step just in time for Nikolay to open the door. He frowned a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and tried to walk to the bathroom. He stopped me by placing his hands on my biceps. I tried to move away.

He tightened his grip a fraction.

“What’s wrong, princess? Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The command was the wrong thing to say, because it only fueled my anger. And I was that. So. Fucking. Angry.

I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to know how I felt. To just—

I didn’t know what came over me, but suddenly, I was filled with so much anger, I was shaking with it.

I was so sick of feeling helpless and being at others’ mercy, so sick of being in this gilded cage, just … so sick of life in general.

I slapped him.

I didn’t know who was more surprised at that, me or him, but I regretted my own violent action instantly. His eyes turned hard.

I’d done it now. I angered the devil.

I backed away, and he took a step toward me. I took another step back, and again he followed me. I turned and got ready to run, unsure of where I could go in this suddenly too-small room, but I didn’t want to be around this bomb when it exploded.

He grabbed me by my waist before I could get anywhere, turning me around to face him. I let out a startled scream, which was quickly cut off when Nikolay brutally slammed his lips against mine.

I struggled against him.

But it felt futile. Useless.

Weak.

I was weak.

So much weaker than him, and it was almost too easy the way he had overpowered me. He grabbed my wrists in each of his large hands and pushed them down to my sides, before he backed me up against the wall, trapping me between that and his hard body as he continued to kiss me.

Fuck.

Tears seeped out of my eyes and fell down my cheeks. Nikolay pulled away when he felt my tears between his lips, his green eyes taking me in.

We were both breathing heavily. I didn’t know what he was thinking from his volatile eyes.

I didn’t know what that expression on his face meant, or if the shadow that crossed over his eyes was a dark thought or passion. I didn’t know if he hated me or not.

I didn’t know.

I didn’t know.

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