Page 46 of Born in Depravity

Of always being the weakest one. I didn’t want this anymore.

I wanted to be strong, but Damien was a force to be reckoned with, stronger than even my monster of a father.

He pushed me on the bed, and I hurriedly moved across it, trying to get away from him. He grabbed my leg and pulled me back to him, and I hated the vulnerable position he put me in.

He crawled between my legs, the hard press of his jeans against the softest part of me. I let out a soft cry and felt him lick away those tears as well.

“I love it when you cry,” he said to me with a smile. I shuddered in fear as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my wet cheeks. I turned away, but Damien grabbed my chin and held me still.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

God, I wished I wasn’t pretty.

I wished I had been born hideous. Wished, more than anything, to be repulsive to men like him. Men likethem.

I opened my mouth—to say what, I didn’t know. I hadn’t spoken in thirteen years, not even to myself when I was alone, and now, I didn’t know how to ask him to leave me alone.

Would he listen?

He stood up suddenly, though his huge, muscular body stayed between my legs. Like this, I was completely exposed to his gaze. I crossed my arms over my chest as he looked at me, an amused expression on his face. Wordlessly, he uncrossed my arms, and grabbed both my wrists in his big hands. I struggled, but he only tightened his hold on me. I let out a small whimper even if his hold wasn’t painful.

He didn’t say anything to me.

With his free hand, he tugged on his tie until it came loose around his neck, then removed it. He tied my wrists together and kept them above my head.

“Be a good girl and hold still for me.” The words were said in a gentle tone—a contradiction from such a brute man—but the warning was clear.

Tears flowed down the side of my eyes, over my temples, and into my hair. I couldn’t look away when his hands explored my body. I didn’t move. I was barely breathing.

He started at my neck, his rough and calloused hands on the delicate skin there. I didn’t like the look in his eyes, and all I could do was watch him helplessly as he wrapped one entire hand around the slender column of my neck. It wouldn’t take much for him to break it and kill me, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if I wanted that instead of whatever he had planned for me. I looked off to the side when he moved his hands down, from my shoulder down to my breasts.

I let out a small noise of distress when he cupped both of my breasts, playing with my nipples with his fingers before massaging the small globes in his hands.

No one had ever touched me like this before.

“Fuck, even your fucking nipples are pretty. And how sweet they are, hardening at my touch.”

I closed my eyes when he pinched my nipples and pulled them. I squirmed against him when the pain became too much, but that only brought my attention to the fact that my sex was pressed roughly against his jeans.

And he was hard.

My eyes widened and before I could think better of it, I turned my head to look at him. His smile widened, like a monster at his meal, before he leaned down and sucked one pebbled nipple in his mouth.

I tried to move away from him then, but he was so much stronger than me. He pressed his body weight down until there was no place left for me to go, as he continued to suck on my nipple, using his teeth as he played with my other breast in his hand, massaging gently, before squeezing just a little harder, a little rougher.

He let go of my nipple with a pop before blowing on the wetness his mouth left behind.

I closed my eyes once more when I felt his mouth move down my body. He spread my legs and placed them on his broad shoulders.

I shook my head.

I didn’t know what he was doing or what he wanted, but I didn’t like how vulnerable this left me.

“P-please,” I whispered in the quiet room when he got directly in front of my sex. Saliva pooled in my mouth as nausea built, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the position I was in, or if it was because I had just spoken for the first time in years.

I felt him pause for a second, felt his gaze make its way up to my face, burning me from the inside out.

I opened my eyes and met his inhuman gaze. Something flickered in his eyes for a quick second, but it was gone before I could really tell what it was.

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