Page 155 of Born in Depravity

His face didn’t change, but I thought I saw a slight tick in his eyelid. “Nikolay is going to talk to them … and then, we’ll let them go.”

I eyed him. I didn’t think he should let Nikolay talk to them. I didn’t think any of them should talk to them, since they were all so … intimidating.

I quickly got out of bed and readied myself for the day. It didn’t take me that long, since I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

It seemed nothing had changed and I was still kept in one room. It was a nicer prison and there weren’t any other men in the room besides these men—mymen—but nothing had changed.

When I got out of the room, I found Nikolay sitting on the barstool by the small kitchen island near the window. I grabbed a nearby notebook and walked over to him.

He watched me intently, making my movements awkward, but I didn’t let that deter me.

I wrote what I wanted to ask him and showed him the notebook.

Can I come with you when you have your “talk” with the people from the house?

He smirked, looking way too amused for my liking. “Baby girl, why istalkin quotation marks? Do you really think I would do more than talk to them?”

I shrugged and his eyes turned predatory.

I tried to back up a step but he grabbed me before I could get away. I was placed on his lap, his hand resting on my stomach and my back pressed firmly against his chest. I squirmed but quickly stopped when I felt something hard pressed up against my backside.

I gasped and he laughed meanly.

“Come on, I think it’s time for breakfast, and if you’re a good girl for me, then maybe I will let you come … with me.”

I had a feeling there was more than one meaning to the wordcome.

Mikhail placed a plate of breakfast in front of me, also looking way too amused for my liking. I resisted the urge to glare at him.

Nikolay placed a fork in my hand and just as I speared the eggs with it, his lips moved to my neck.

I let out a stuttered breath and felt him press a smile against my skin.

“Eat, princess. Before your food gets cold.”

I tried to concentrate on my food. I really did, but he moved his hand back and forth over my middle. How did he think I could eat while he touched me like this?

“How are you feeling?” he asked. I nodded. I was feeling okay.

His hot breath fanned over my neck before he whispered, “Good” and moved his hand to the hem of my shirt and back up again on the inside, his warm palm touching the bare skin on my belly.

I ate a forkful of eggs.

I barely tasted it.

And it was made much more unnerving when I looked up and found blue eyes staring at me … at us.

I blushed and Mikhail smiled, crossing his arms over his large chest, bringing my attention to his huge biceps.

“Eat, baby,” he said to me.

They were obsessed with my eating.

I ate more eggs, grabbing the toast with my hand and taking a huge bite just as Nikolay moved his hand up and cupped my breast. The toast fell out of my hand. My mouth opened but nothing came out.

Nikolay grew harder behind me.

Fuck.

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