Page 56 of Born in Depravity

I didn’t even think I was breathing.

“You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you,kotyonok?”

I let out a sharp nod, hoping he would ease his grip. He let go of me, but my relief was short-lived when he began to play with my nipple instead.

My fist clenched under the water, and I held still. He pinched it gently and watched as both nipples became hardened nubs before his eyes. Then he twisted it slightly. I felt the touch all the way down my center. He then soothed it with soft touches of his palm that promised some dark desire I didn’t know about.

Finally, he let go of me and picked the sponge back up again.

I sat still in the large tub of warm water as Mikhail gently cleansed my skin as if I was something precious.

And the more he continued to clean me, the more I felt my muscles relaxing. I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep my guard up, but that wasn’t what was happening …

I didn’t fucking know what was happening to me.

He confused me.

He was taking care of me, but why?

Some sort of sick, psychological mind game, perhaps?

As Damien broke me, Mikhail would put me back together, gaining my affection.

It wouldn’t work.

It couldn’t.

But like the stupid little girl that my father had accused me of being all these years, I felt my heart softening over this giant of a man, a mean man, and fuck, I hoped he would somehow be my knight in shining armor.

I knew better than to fight him when he put the sponge between my legs. Fortunately, he didn’t linger, and my humiliation didn’t last long.

He drained the water and grabbed the huge white fluffy towel nearby. I stood up, not wanting to sit in the empty tub, and he wordlessly wrapped the towel around me.

It nearly engulfed my entire body.

He wrapped his arms around me, and our eyes met. He paused in his movement for a beat, and I didn’t understand what the look in his eyes meant before he lifted me up and carried me out of there.

I settled on the large king-size bed once more while he went back to the bathroom. I didn’t know what he was doing until moments later, when he came out with a brush in his hand, and a jar of something that was connected to an electrical cord.

Did he …

Was he going to brush my hair for me?

Why, though?

And what about the other stuff?

What was the point of this game they were playing?

I didn’t fucking know. I was just exhausted.

So exhausted.

My eyes moved up and met clear blue ones.

I didn’t know what he was thinking. Unlike Nikolay, who seemed to get off on letting other people see what he was thinking, seeing all those corrupt thoughts swirling around in his twisted mind, Mikhail was harder to read.

Whereas Damien was cold, Mikhail was just—

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