Page 98 of Born in Depravity

I paused. Mikhail smiled. “Comedy it is.”

We settled on “Mrs. Doubtfire.” I didn’t think Mikhail liked to watch these kinds of movies. I didn’t think he liked watching movies, period, but he was watching with me. I rested my head on his chest, and after a while, I felt myself relaxing.

This seemed to happen a lot around Mikhail lately.

Something told me I needed to keep my guard up. Mikhail could pull the rug out from under me, and I would be left reeling and he could just get on with his life like I didn’t exist. Like I didn’t matter.

I looked down at the hand he had splayed on my belly.

He had big hands. This one nearly covered my belly, with the tip of his thumb touching the bottom of my breast.

I squirmed a little, and he pulled me tighter against him.

“What’s wrong? Do you have to use the bathroom?”

I shook my head, turning my attention back to the movie. I didn’t even know what was going on, and we were thirty minutes into the movie already.

Mikhail moved his finger in small circular motions, something I felt even through the fabric of the shirt. I turned my head slightly toward him, but he wasn’t paying me any attention. His gaze was directed on the screen.

Perhaps he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

I turned back to the screen. His finger moved up a little, and it wasn’t his thumb touching the bottom of my breast, but his pointer finger,

I let out a small gasp.

“Kotyonok?” He sounded genuinely confused. But when I turned and looked at him, there was humor in his eyes.

He was doing this on purpose.

My mouth gaped as my breathing became more erratic. His eyes focused on my lips.

My breath caught.

He looked like he wanted to kiss me.

I might want him to kiss me.

He cupped my breast fully with his hand. I didn’t do anything to stop him. He played with me, plucking at my nipples until they hardened into taut peaks.

“You’re so responsive to me, aren’t you? Are you wet for me?”

I grew hot, and not for the first time, I was grateful I didn’t speak, because I wouldn’t know how to answer him even if I could.

Mikhail pinched my nipple through my shirt when I didn’t answer him. He leaned down until his lips were mere inches away from mine.

“That’s okay,” he said, his voice soft. “I can just find out for myself.”

I would have paid more attention to his words if he weren’t so close to me. The thought that he might kiss me came back.

What did I know about kissing?

Nothing, aside from the one time Dr. Russo had forced himself on me.

I held my breath when Mikhail moved in closer to me, his lips not quite touching mine. Then something wicked flashed in his eyes and before I knew what was happening, Mikhail had my shirt off, then the sweatpants, and he pulled me back into position so that I sat between his legs once more, facing away from him, my back plastered to his chest. He cupped both of my breasts with his hands.

I leaned my head back and let out a small moan.

“Baby, spread your legs for me.”

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