Page 82 of Fall into Savagery

I turned my head slightly back to Nikolay.

I was surrounded.

His eyes glinted wickedly, and a small wave of apprehension danced along my spine.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“This is our patience running out,” Mikhail answered me. Damien smirked, and Nikolay laughed.

Mikhail grabbed the front of my nightdress and pulled me back to him. He sliced the blade through the fabric before I could even react, from the neckline and stopping when he got down to my mid-thigh.

I let out a startled gasp, clutching the torn fabric together and looking at him.

“Lose the dress, baby,” Mikhail cooed seductively.

I could feel my arousal gathering in my panties from the words alone, but to see him looking like this, with his blue eyes dark with hunger?

I squirmed.

His smile widened up a notch.

“No?” he asked. He turned to Damien, who was sitting with his back leaned against the headboard. Damien crossed his arms over his broad chest, and I felt my mouth going dry.

Nikolay came in closer to me, his heat emanating from him in waves.

Goosebumps rose across my skin.

“Nico, why don’t you hold her arms down at her side?” Mikhail asked.

“With pleasure,” Nikolay said gruffly.

He reached for my arms.

I tensed, though I didn’t try to fight him when he tugged on my arms. He pulled them down and held them there in his firm grip. The tattered fabric parted, revealing a little bit of me every time I breathed.

Mikhail moved closer to me.

A heated flush covered me, and I knew my skin was starting to take on a pink hue.

I blinked when he parted the fabric all the way, baring me to their gazes.

I heard Nikolay’s breath catch while Damien straightened where he lounged.

Mikhail circled my nipple with the tip of the sharp blade.

I closed my eyes, only to have them spring open moments later when he pushed it against my skin. Not enough to cut me.

“Keep your eyes open, baby. I want you to watch what we’re doing to you.”

I could only nod.

“Good.” He placed the blade down and pinched my nipple roughly with his fingers. “How does this feel?”

I rubbed my legs together, and I knew I would have moved my arms if Nikolay hadn’t firmed his grip.

“L-Like it hurts, but it hurts so good,” I stuttered. It was getting hard to think. I didn’t have the motivation to be angry at him for ruining my nightdress. I just wanted him to touch me some more.

Mikhail tightened his hold around me briefly before he let go, soothing the pain with gentle touches of his palm.

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