Page 93 of Born in Depravity

He looked down at me, and I flushed when he let out a small groan, letting his fingers run over the skin on my mound.

“Fuck. I’ve wanted to see you since Mikhail said he waxed you.”

Did they share everything with each other?

I let out a small gasp when he pulled my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He leaned down and placed his arms under me, his hands on either side of my hips.

My fists tightened around the bedsheet.

“Fuck, baby. Look at how wet you are for me already. Do you think it’ll be hard for you to keep quiet?”

I opened my mouth, but no noise came out. I could feel the blush on my cheeks making its way down to my chest. Did he have to talk while he did this?

I turned my head to the side and bit the sheet when I felt his hot breath on me so intimately.

“I want to taste your pussy, baby. I want to feel you come in my mouth, and I want to take in all your juices. I want every single part of you.”

His grip on my hips tightened with every word he uttered, and I—

I didn’t want that, did I?

I didn’t want to give every single part of myself to him.

He would destroy me.

I didn’t get a chance to mull that over, because the next thing I knew, Nikolay’s lips were on me.

My back arched, and I bit down harder on the sheet.

I didn’t know how I did it, but I kept silent as he moved his lips over my opening. My legs tensed when he used his teeth on me, bringing the lips of my sex into his mouth and sucking on it.

My hands moved down until I found his head. I tried to push his head away as my eyes met his once more.

He didn’t move.

He tightened his grip on me and ate me out with more vigor, his finger moving to my clit, rubbing around in small, quick circles. I squirmed beneath him, bringing him closer to me.

Nikolay grinned as he licked me from the bottom to the top. My head fell back.

“Damien said you loved it when he played with your asshole,” Nikolay murmured as he lapped at my clit. I couldn’t even bring myself to be embarrassed over his words. Not in the position I was in.

They really did talk about everything.

He moved one finger inside me, then another one. A feeling of fullness took hold as more arousal made its way out of me.

“Should we test the theory?” he asked. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling … bereft.

I didn’t know why that was, but I didn’t have time to think because he was moving his finger down my crease. I let out a small whimper.

He smiled. “That’s one.”

Fuck. Two more chances.

I bit my bottom lip.

He inserted a finger inside me. The muscles clenched around his finger before I thought better of it, and I forced myself to relax when he started to move it in and out of me.

I covered my eyes with my hands. I couldn’t even imagine how I must look right now—didn’t want to think about it.

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