Page 174 of Born in Depravity

A part of me wanted to put on a romantic comedy, just to see if he would make good on his threat, but deep down, I knew he would.

And like the twisted man he was, I knew he would enjoy every little second of it.

But I couldn’t decide on a movie.

None of the options looked good, and it mostly had to do with the fact that watching a movie was the furthest thing from my mind.

Just as I was about to settle on an action flick—Nikolay seemed like the kind of man to enjoy that—the door clicked open and Damien and Mikhail walked in.

The expression on my face must be really telling, considering both men stopped and looked at me.

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.

I really did try to compose my face.

I failed miserably.

“What’s going on, pet?” Damien cooed, his voice sounding like smooth caramel on top of an ice cream sundae.

I squirmed in my seat, but that only made me feel butt plug more.

Fuck.

“Hey, Nico. Why does she look like this?” Damien asked.

Nikolay came out with a bowl of popcorn in hand. I didn’t even know we had popcorn at the hotel.

“It’s because she’s plugged,” he answered causally, as if Damien had just asked him about the weather. Two sets of heated eyes turned to me.

“Oh, yeah?” Mikhail asked.

Nikolay nodded. “Yup. You should have seen the way her ass took the plug so beautifully.”

“Show us,” Damien said darkly. My nipples tightened from the command in his voice, even if I didn’t know who he was talking to, me or Nikolay.

I didn’t have to wonder long, because Nikolay placed the bowl of popcorn down by the counter and walked over to me. He helped me stand, and I tried not to shift so much, not to feel the plug so much.

Nikolay directed me in the middle of the room, and suddenly I didn’t find myself staring into the eyes of one predator, but three.

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