Page 49 of Born in Depravity

He shifted above me, and I was once more reminded that I was naked beneath him, while he was fully clothed.

His big, rough hand moved between our bodies and he effortlessly spread my legs apart and cupped my mound.

I froze.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he asked in a gentle voice.

I didn’t say anything. I wondered if the three men knew I hadn’t spoken a word since I was seven. Unlike my father, they didn’t lose their temper at my silence. Now, I wondered if it was because they preferred it that way.

His hand was still cupping me intimately, but he didn’t move it. He held still, nothing more than a gentle reminder for me to behave. I let out a stuttering breath when he leaned down and kissed my temple.

Then he flipped us around until he was lying on the bottom and I was on top of him, my legs splayed on either side of him. I wiggled on top of him, trying to get away.

He moved his hand to my naked bottom, and I stilled, tensing in his arms. Using his other hand, he urged my head down his chest, and he cupped the back of it, holding me immobile.

I held my breath.

He gave my bottom a decisive squeeze, and I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t move the hand any further into me.

“Sleep,” he demanded.

I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep.

That was all he wanted now, and I didn’t want to push him any further. I wished he hadn’t touched me so intimately, though.

His rough palm burned through my skin, and it was with my focus on his touch that I finally succumbed to sleep.

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