Page 92 of Born in Depravity

His hands moved down my body, from the curve of my shoulders down to my breasts, and he cupped them through the shirt, squeezing them gently in his big hands before moving down to the hem of the blue T-shirt I was wearing.

It was either Damien’s or Mikhail’s shirt, I didn’t know. It dwarfed me, but with Nikolay so close, it felt like there wasn’t enough material in the world to cover me up.

His green eyes turned dark as he stared down at me, and I didn’t even think I was breathing when he lifted the shirt up and off me.

I was in nothing now but gray sweats too big for me, and he was looking at me like I was Little Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf. Didn’t he tell me he wasn’t here to play that today?

My arms stayed by my sides, my hands fisting the sheets tightly beneath me as Nikolay watched the movement with deep fascination in his eyes.

He licked his lips, and I felt that all the way down to the small ache that was appearing between my legs.

“Let’s play a game, okay, princess?”

I stared at him. I had a feeling it wasn’t the kind of game children played for fun. I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be fun—at least, not for me.

He smiled at me, baring teeth.

“I’m going to have my fun, and if you can stay silent, I’ll let you have anything you want.”

Anything?

“Within reason,” he added. Huh. It was still something. For a monster to owe me a favor.

His finger glided down across my warm skin before he moved it around my nipple, making it perk up.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making any noise.

He seemed pleased. “Now you’re getting this. And if I win …” He leaned down until his face was mere inches away from mine. “Then you owe me,” he finished darkly.

I bit down a little harder as Nikolay moved his lips down my body once more, making me lose focus on reality just a little bit more.

“I’m feeling generous today,” he said, his breath fanning across my collarbone. “I’ll give you three chances.”

He moved down my chest, his lips sucking and licking, and nibbling every inch of skin he came across. Nikolay sucked my nipple in his mouth. I hissed in a small breath between my teeth. His eyes met mine as he played with me, and when he used his teeth, twirling the hardened nub between it …

Fuck.

I didn’t hate his touch. I didn’t hate his smell, or the way his weight felt on top of me. I didn’t hate his hardness, didn’t hate the feeling I got when he was around, both terror and fascination in equal measures.

But fuck if I didn’t hate myself for feeling this way.

I closed my eyes when he got to my navel. His tongue dipped inside, causing goosebumps to rise across my skin.

I shivered when he pulled away and blew on the wet spot his mouth left behind.

“Cold, princess?” he asked darkly.

I shook my head.

“Good. Then open your eyes for me, baby. I want you to see what I do next.”

My breath caught, but I did as he asked. This was his game, and we were playing by his rules. I knew that.

Our eyes met just as he leaned down and placed a wet kiss on my left hip before pulling at the sweats.

I felt lightheaded.

Nikolay sat up and bent my knees so he could pull the sweats off me. He threw them somewhere off the bed. I didn’t look. My eyes were held captive by his gaze.

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