Page 83 of Fall into Savagery

“Good girl for answering me,” Mikhail said. He turned to Damien. “You want to take the lead on this one?”

Damien nodded, bringing his thumb to his lips. I watched the movement with rapt attention.

“Take off her clothes, Mikki,” Damien said, his voice smooth like velvet. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and give in to the sensation his words had evoked.

Mikhail grabbed the fabric and pulled it apart. The sound of it ripping all the way tore through the room, somehow sounding louder than it should.

My breathing increased when Mikhail pushed it off my shoulders, and Nikolay helped pull it away, leaving me in nothing but skimpy, almost see-through, white lace.

I knew they were coming for me tonight, so I might have dressed to seduce them. I wanted to feel powerful, wanted to bring them down to their knees simply because I was wearing something sexy, yet it was me who felt weak-kneed when three sets of eyes honed in on me.

“Fuck, princess, where did you get this?”

I smiled shyly. I had only gone shopping one other time by myself, and that was when we were in New Mexico.

That was also the shopping trip I did as Nikolay suggested and purchased some lingerie, though I had been hiding it from him, unsure of when I should show them, and mostly too shy to initiate anything.

But I had gone to bed tonight with the intent of seducing them, knowing I wouldn’t have to try very hard.

“Do you like it?” I asked.

Damien’s eyes darkened. “You look absolutely ravishing, pet.”

I smiled in pleasure and looked down at myself. I still didn’t know what they saw when they looked at me, but I was glad that whatever it was, it made it impossible for them to leave me alone.

It was the same with me.

Nikolay's hand glided down my body, from my shoulder, down underneath my collar bone, before he curved his hand around one breast. He played with me.

I closed my eyes, giving into the sensation of his warmth surrounding me.

“Absolutely ravishing,” he echoed. “Why don’t you beg Mikhail to take off your panties?”

My breath stuttered.

He leaned down until his lips touched my ear. “And make it pretty, princess.”

I tried to swallow, but it felt like something was blocking my throat, making it hard to breathe.

He tightened his grip. “Princess.”

I looked at Mikhail, who was watching us with dark eyes. He cocked his head to the side as if to say, ‘I’m waiting.’

I licked my dry lips. “Mikhail, can you please take off my panties?”

His smile was all devil. “With pleasure,kotyonok.”

He hooked his fingers on the hem of my panties and pulled them down. Cool air teased my wet pussy, and I squirmed a little, especially when I could see a string of arousal attached from my pussy to the fabric of the underwear, and I knew my men didn’t miss that.

“Hand it to me,” Damien said, and to my horror and fascination, he licked the wetness from the fabric, grinning at me. “Delicious. I want to taste you, pet. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

I could only nod.

His smile widened, baring teeth and looking so much like the Big Bad Wolf that I was robbed of my speech. He laid back down on the bed and looked over at me. “Come sit on my face, pet.”

Sit on his face?

I closed my eyes and let out a small whimper at the imagery.

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