Page 38 of Born in Depravity

NIKOLAY

I could seethe slight tremors that wracked her body as I made the short drive back.

Poor little princess.

Did she think she could have escaped?

This was meant to be nothing more than a lesson.

Give her a chance to escape and show her what would happen when she did.

We didn’t plan on her running into trouble so soon.

My hands were caked in the blood of the bastards who had pushed her against the wall.

Damien and Mikhail had stayed to ensure the mess got cleaned up, while I took our little princess back to the motel for her punishment.

As soon as I pulled up to the motel, she started to struggle. I glanced at her before climbing out the car. Didn’t she know that only made the bind bite into her skin even more? She let out a small scream when I opened her door and reached in and unbuckled her belt, then picked her up and put her over my shoulder again.

She screamed and shouted, wiggling her body.

Did she think if she screamed loud enough, someone was going to come to her rescue?

We were in the worst part of town, with the rooms on either side of us filled with druggies and prostitutes.

The last thing anyone wanted in the area was the cops sniffing around.

I opened the door and locked it behind me, walking straight to the room. Putting her down, I grabbed her shoulders and kept her still.

She looked at me with wet brown eyes.

I wasn’t like Damien.

I didn’t get off on the sight of her tears, but I couldn’t help but smile in anticipation of what I was going to do to her.

I looked down at her body.

She was in Damien’s shirt and my sweats.

She looked fucking cute.

And innocent. And so fucking pure, my hand twitched with the need to dirty her up.

I pulled the sweats down first. She tried to cross her legs.

I pushed her back until she fell to the bed, then I pulled the pants off all the way.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and I caught a hint of her pink pussy. She tried to move back on the bed, but the binds made her movements awkward.

I doubted Damien was fond of this shirt anyway.

I pulled a knife out from where it was tucked on the side of my boot and climbed on top of her body.

She tried to fight me off, but I wondered if she would have tried so hard had she known how much it turned me on. I cut the shirt off her.

She froze, her chest pushing in and out roughly with every hard breath she took.

I looked at her. She shook her head. I smiled and leaned down, kissing her eyes. Tears fell from her closed eyelids.

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