Page 55 of Born in Depravity

Not as handsome as Nikolay, objectively speaking, but there was something unique about Mikhail’s features that made me think of a fallen angel, which wasn’t fair. A man as cruel as him shouldn’t be so beautiful. In fact, all three of them were good-looking men.

They could have any willing women to their beds, so what the fuck did they want with me? Why not just let me go? Let me escape? I had no skin in the game that was my father’s criminal empire, so to speak. I was one small, insignificant woman. I knew nothing and if my father learned I was captured by these three men, then he would assume the worst—that I was no longer a virgin.

I would become useless in his eyes. He wouldn’t want me back.

So why was I here?

I sucked in a sharp breath when Mikhail moved his hands, rubbing slightly in small circles across my stomach. I could feel myself tensing up even more. If this was his way for me to relax, he was failing miserably.

He pressed his hands down when I made a move to get away from him, and I shook my head, looking back and meeting the devil’s bright blue eyes.

“What’s wrong,kotyonok?”

I shook my head as tears burned my eyes. What kind of sick games were they trying to play with me?

“I think after that meal, we should get you ready for bed.”

I frowned. For bed?

Before I could think more about it, Mikhail stood with me in his arms. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck before I remembered he was the enemy and tried to pull away. But his hardening eyes froze me on the spot, and I didn’t do anything as he walked us to the bathroom.

He placed me down on the counter, then worked to remove my clothes. I struggled and tried to move back when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, smacking my bottom.

Humiliation reddened my cheeks. That small smack didn’t hurt, but to know that I was a grown woman getting spanked like a naughty little child was almost too much for me to handle.

“Be good,” he admonished when he placed me back on the counter.

I didn’t move as he worked to remove the rest of my clothes, and I used my arms to cover myself. Mikhail didn’t spare me a second glance before he walked over to the huge tub in the corner and turned on the water, testing the water before moving back to me.

He brushed my teeth.

I didn’t put up any protest, still feeling the humiliation of his reprimand moments before, and he was thorough.

So much so, I wondered if he had done this before. Had taken care of another person. I didn’t know why I was feeling like I hated the idea more than I should.

I decided it wasn’t that I hated the idea that he might have taken care of another person like he was doing for me, but that I was sympathetic for any other captive who might have been in my place before.

That must be it.

Once he finished and let me rinse my mouth, he carried me to the tub and placed me down, like one would a child.

What game was he playing?

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by just looking at him, and I was trying hard not to look at him too much. But in the few glimpses I got, he … he didn’t look mad.

He didn’t look like he was feeling anything. He might as well be a robot.

Silently, he bathed me.

I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had bathed me.

He rinsed the shampoo from my hair with a large plastic cup before using a soft sponge to scrub away the dirt and sweat from my body.

I moved back when he got to my breasts, and he quietly put the sponge down and grasped a breast with one hand. My wide eyes met his unreadable ones.

“Behave,” he admonished. As if I was doing something naughty. I shook my head, but I wasn’t sure why. To deny his command for me to behave? I didn’t know. I moved back a little and he tightened his grip on my breast.

I held still.

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