Page 31 of Born in Depravity

MIKHAIL

I tookin our little Mute Princess.

The name suited her well.

Despite obviously being scared, she hadn’t said a single word since she’d woken, and like Nikolay, I was curious why that was.

Was it really some sort of physical disability that had rendered her unable to speak, or was it that she could, but she wouldn’t speak? Due to some trauma, perhaps?

After all, she was raised by Angelo Agnello. I doubted he would be taking home any Father of the Year awards, but just how badly had he fucked her up?

I took a step toward her and she took one back. I let out a small sigh. Unlike Nikolay, I didn’t want to chase her around the room as if it was some sort of game. I didn’t want … I didn’t know what I wanted or didn’t want when it came to her.

I’d thought things would be better once we took her, but now that I had her, there was something instinctive in me that said to keep her close; otherwise, she might disappear before my very eyes.

“I’m not in the mood to chase you around this small room,kotyonok. There is no place for you to run or hide, and trust me, you donotwant me to give chase.”

She looked at me with wide eyes.

Like a little kitten, indeed. With big brown eyes and long messy brown hair that came down to the top of her breasts, she was exquisite in a way that hurt.

Not the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but there was something alluring about her that made it so I was unable to look away.

Perhaps it was the shy, innocent look she wore so well.

Or perhaps it was because of how tiny she was. She was about five-foot-three, which would be exactly one foot shorter than my six-foot-three frame. Her features were delicate in a way dolls were delicate.

Thisgirldidn’t feel real.

I took another step toward her, and she was smart enough to stay where she was. Or maybe fear had frozen her. Whatever it was, I didn’t care.

I picked her up in my arms. She struggled and I tightened my hold, hardening my expression as I looked down at her.

“Hold still.”

She stilled, looking down at my chest.

Just as I brought her to the bathroom, a small sob made its way out of her lips.

I didn’t know why my chest constricted from the sound and sight.

I just wanted her to stop.

I set her down and placed my fingers under her chin, lifting until she met my eyes. Her brown eyes were rimmed red, as were her nose and cheeks.

How fucking pretty she was when she cried.

“We’re going to get you cleaned up and you’re not going to fight me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she moved back.

I let out another sigh. Hadn’t I just told her not to fight me?

Her eyes moved to the bathroom door.

“You’re not going to make it,” I said softly. “And even if you were somehow able to get through me, there are two other monsters out there in the living room. You really want to know what happens when you tease my patience, little girl?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. I didn’t know what she was saying no to, and at this point, I didn’t care anymore. I grabbed and pulled her in closer. My arms formed a vise grip around her middle, keeping her still while I undressed her.

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