Page 75 of Born in Depravity

CATALINA

I didn’t knowwhat time it was when I woke up, but I knew it was early.

Even still, I woke up to an empty bed. But I wasn’t alone in the room. I knew that much.

My eyes found dark ones staring down at me.

I didn’t know when he’d gotten here or how long he had been staring at me, and I didn’t know what happened to Mikhail, since I had gone to bed last night with him.

I shifted a bit, feeling the cool morning breeze on my naked skin.

Mikhail didn’t let me go to bed with clothes on, so I was naked beneath the sheet.

Damien’s eyes moved down my body, flaring briefly before moving back to my face. Of the three, Damien was the biggest. The tallest and the widest, and he looked closer to what I imagined a devil would look like.

That scar on his face certainly didn’t help one bit.

The scar ran vertically down the left side of his face, from the corner of his lips and up to about a scant millimeter away from his eye.

He was lucky.

Whatever orwhoeverhad caused that scar could have blinded him.

I shouldn’t care that someone had tried to hurt him in the past. Shouldn’t care that my captor had been hurt before.

I turned away from him.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I tensed a little when he moved his hand up to my hair, playing with it.

“Is this how you greet your master, pet? And after I was considerate enough to bring you back a treat?”

My eyes jumped to his.

Treat?

I remembered.

I remembered him saying he would bring me back a treat, after he—

I blushed.

Damien didn’t react to that, though he did move his hand down to the side of my cheek.

He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed something I hadn’t even noticed was there in the first place. I told myself I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking.

But I was curious when I caught something colorful and bright from the corner of my eye.

And for a moment, I forgot about our relationship. I forgot that he just referred to himself as mymasterand called mepetfor most of the time we had spent together.

I held onto the sheet and sat up in bed as he placed a small plate in my lap with what appeared to be a vanilla sponge cake with all sorts of fruits on top. Strawberries, kiwi, blueberries, and pineapple.

Treat.

I looked up at him.

His dark eyes smiled at me.

“Mikhail said you were a good girl for your waxing, pet. I thought that deserved something sweet before breakfast.”

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