Page 88 of Fall into Savagery

Nikolay came into my line of sight when he braced his weight on his arms to hold himself up and looked down at me. We didn’t say anything.

I blinked, and he let out a small groan and cupped my cheek, leaning down and kissing me hard on the lips.

I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the kiss.

I could kiss him for the entirety of this lifetime, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

My hands weakly came up to cup his cheek.

He pulled away first.

“It just gets better and better with you every time, doesn't it, princess?”

It did for me, and I was just happy that it seemed to be that way with them.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and sleep.”

I yawned at the mention of sleep, yet I knew it couldn’t be very late. It was barely nine when Nikolay came for me.

He smiled. “You’re tired. I’ll take care of you.”

I shook my head, and he frowned.

“I want to bathe with Damien,” I said.

Nikolay’s eyes widened in surprise before he quickly transformed his expression back to mild indifference.

“Pet, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Let Nikolay help you, and you can sleep in my arms tonight.”

I sat up on the bed and took in all my men, shaking my head stubbornly. “No. I want to take a bath with you.”

Damien had been careful not to let me see him without clothes on.

I knew why.

He didn’t want me to see all the wounds those bastards inflicted on him, but I didn’t need to be sheltered like this—I didn't want it.

“That’s not happening, pet,” Damien said, letting his voice harden, and usually that would work with me, but not this time.

“Why not? Because you don’t think I can handle it?”

Damien reached for me, but I dodged him.

“Whether or not you can handle it is not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” I asked. I could feel anger working its way up my body, from my stomach to my throat, making it hard to breathe, or hell, perhaps because I was on the verge of tears.

“The point is for you to do as you’re told,” Damien said.

I didn’t say anything to that. I knew I was close to losing it, and I didn’t want him to see.

Without saying another word, I climbed over him and off the bed. I hated the feeling of Mikhail’s cum dripping out of me from the move, mostly because it reminded me of what we had done, of what I had let them do to me, willingly becoming vulnerable in their arms, and yet, their walls were up around me.

They were always up around me.

And I wondered if that would always be the case.

That I would continue to be vulnerable to them while they built their impenetrable wall.

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