Page 47 of Born in Depravity

“I’ll make you feel good,” he said, his hot breath fanning across my sex. Something wet and hot slipped out of me, and for a second, I thought I’d wet myself. But that wasn’t it, and Damien’s dark eyes moved down to my sex before they flared with hunger.

“Fuck. Look at this, baby. Has any other man touched you here before?”

I moved my tied hands down between my legs. He groaned.

“You think the shy, innocent look is going to turn me off?”

He grabbed my wrists and pressed my hands down against my sex. I let out a small gasp when I felt wetness there.

I was turned on.

I looked back at him, but Damien was no longer looking at me. He was looking down at what our hands were doing—what he was making me do to myself.

I didn’t know why I was feeling so heavy all of a sudden, and I didn’t know if I liked it.

But this was wrong. I knew as much.

He moved my hands quicker, and I was hopeless to do anything. My legs flexed around his shoulders, but I couldn’t close them. I could only lie there.

With a groan, he moved my hands back above my head, and he kept his hold on me with one hand there before he leaned down.

The first swipe of his tongue nearly had me jumping out of bed. My back arched and I tried to move back, but he held me still with his other hand, placing it on my hip. He moved his tongue over my wet slit, sucking the flesh in his mouth before he covered my entire mound with his mouth.

I twisted around him, trying to get away, but that only added more friction, and spasms of pleasure worked their way through my spine.

I let out a small cry, hating myself, and when he moved his lips to my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, I couldn’t think of anything else. I didn’t dare to think of anything else.

“Don’t hold back,” he said against me. The vibration those words caused was nearly too much. He continued to lick my sex until it almost too much to bear. I twisted my body again, but this time, itwasn’tto get away from him. His grip on my wrists tightened before he let them go and moved his hand down between my legs.

He took his lips away, and our eyes met when I felt his touch on my sex. His fingers pressed roughly over my opening before going up to my clit, rubbing me there in a circular motion.

I bit my lips to hold in the scream as I was pushed off the edge and into oblivion. His movements never ceased, only working to prolong the feeling inside of me. I—

I couldn’t breathe.

This was too much.

This was all too much, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck, how lovely you are when you come, pet,” Damien whispered in my ear, his voice soft and gentle. And I might have been just a little bit messed up on the inside to revel in the gentleness of it.

I couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to me with such reverence.

And the Russian Psychopath, no less.

I didn’t know when it happened, but the tie holding my wrist together was removed, and I was tucked into the large king-size bed, Damien’s hard body pressed close to me from behind.

I could feel his hard-on rubbing against me.

Would he take me now?

I tensed when his large arm wrapped tightly around my slender waist as he pulled in closer to my body.

“Relax,” he said gruffly. “Go to sleep.”

He said that like it was easy. Like I hadn’t just come undone in his arms. Shame tightened my cheeks, and tears burned my eyes. I tried to create as much space between our bodies as possible. It wasn’t working. His arms were like irons around me.

He let out a sigh, and I almost flinched from the sudden noise in the quiet room.

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