Page 168 of Born in Depravity

“No? You don’t want to tell me?

I shrugged. I wouldn’t know how to go about telling him anything. Not only for the obvious reasons, but because I didn’t know how to make sense of how I had felt earlier.

Nikolay reached over to the nightstand for my notebook.

I sat up on the bed, clutching the sheets to my naked chest.

He took me in, amusement clear in his eyes.

I tightened my grip around the sheets as he placed the notebook on my lap. He opened a new page and handed me a pen.

I thought about it for a long second, knowing he wouldn’t let up unless I gave him an answer, then wrote:

I guess I’m just experiencing a bit of cabin fever.

He shot me a thoughtful look, then climbed out of bed. My eyes automatically made their way to his backside.

He looked back at me. “Let’s go, naughty girl. Or I might just climb back into bed and take you again.”

Sure enough, when he turned around, his cock was hard.

My surprised eyes met his.

I’d thought there was a refractory period for men.

If so, Nikolay seemed to have recovered quickly.

He laughed. “The advantage of being younger than the other two. I have better stamina than them.”

I angled my head to the side. How old were the other two? How old was he? I knew Damien was thirty-six.

He seemed to understand the question in my eyes, because he answered, “Damien’s the oldest out of the three of us. He’s thirty-six, Mikhail is thirty-two, and little ol’ me just turned thirty about two months ago.”

My eyes ran down his body. There was nothing little about him.

He laughed again, and his eyes seemed lighter as he pulled me out of bed. I held onto the sheets.

He bit his thumb as he took me in.

“Don’t need this,” he said, yanking the sheets from my grip. I let out a startled squeak.

His smile widened. “Get dressed, princess. We still have that dress I brought you, right?”

I nodded. I’d packed it along with the eReader, tablet, and notebook when we were getting out of Petrov’s house.

“Good. Get dressed. I think it's time I take you out to buy more clothes.”

I perked up a little at that, forgetting about my nakedness in my excitement.

Can I pick the clothes out?I wrote down the question and showed him the notebook.

“Yeah, baby. Pick whatever you want. But pick something revealing and get another man’s attention—”

I bit my lip. I wondered if he was like my father, not wanting me in anything revealing.

“—and I might kill someone.”

I moved back, surprised at his statement.

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