Page 100 of Born in Depravity

He moved inside me, my sex making an embarrassing wet noise every time he rammed in, and he didn’t stop.

The bedsheet beneath me was wet against the skin of my inner thighs, and I ran my fingers down his forearms, leaving white scratch marks against his skin. Our eyes met.

His eyes glinted while mine begged.

I needed to come so badly.

My nails dug into his skin.

Please, please,please.

He quickened his pace. I arched my back and Mikhail pulled on my nipple with one hand, never stopping his movement with the other.

“Come for me, baby,” he said between gritted teeth, as if he was in pain.

He pulled out of me and rubbed my clit. I shot off with a bang, losing all sense of reality.

I cried as I was pushed over the edge, and there was nothing holding me, lessening the free fall.

It hurt so good.

So good.

I turned my body toward Mikhail, seeking comfort. He wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest while I rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Even at the end, the muscles at the small of my back convulsed.

Mikhail cupped the back of my head, grounding me.

I focused on that, trying to catch my breath.

How could it feel like this?

How could I feel like this with three different men? Was I nothing more than a self-fulfilling prophecy? The whore my father always told me I would become … like my mom?

I shook my head.

My mom was not a whore.

And if she cheated on Father … fuck, could anyone blame her?

I had been too young when she died, but I knew even then she hadn’t been happy in her marriage to Father.

She had been terrified of him.

I wondered if I was following in her footsteps, falling for men who terrified me as much as they fascinated me.

I pulled away when I felt my breath getting back to normal.

I looked up and saw clear blue eyes.

He moved his thumb down to my bottom lip.

I opened my mouth, and I didn’t know why I did it, but I licked his thumb.

His eyes darkened.

“What would you do if I kissed you,kotyonok?”

I would probably let him.