Page 79 of Born in Depravity

She sucked in a sharp breath and tried to pull it up to cover herself. I stilled her with my hand on top of hers. I grabbed the notebook and set it aside before I moved my hand up and cupped her breast.

I could feel her chest moving up and down with every hard breath that she took, and I could feel her nipples hardening beneath my palm.

“Did you miss me, pet?” I asked her, even knowing she wouldn’t answer me. My thumb moved over the hardened nub.

Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides while I played with her. I looked up and watched her face. Those expressive brown eyes of hers would be the death of me, I swore it.

So fucking innocent, she didn’t think to guard her emotions, and like the depraved bastard I was, I was getting off on it.

A mix of fear, wariness, and arousal.

She would be wet for me.

I moved my hands down and grabbed her waist—so tiny, my fingers touched around her—and I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth.

Fucking delicious.

She gasped and arched her back, bringing herself closer to me.

I couldn’t help the low growl that came out when I took more of her in my mouth, sucking on it, before rolling it between my teeth.

She was like heaven and hell all rolled up in one.

I’d thought I could leave her alone. Nikolay and Mikhail had been obsessed with her for so long, I didn’t know what to make of it. Taking her was a means to an end. It was to start a war with her father.

The coward had been evading our grasp for years, but now that we’d taken his greatest treasure from his hands, there was no way he could let the insult go.

Catalina was meant to be nothing more than a pawn.

Only now, I didn’t think I could let her go.

I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep her, and use her, and degrade her.

I wanted to own her.

Fuck.

I yanked the blanket away from her body and threw it on the floor. She let out a startled cry, which was cut off when I placed my hand over her mouth.

“It’s your fault for looking so captivating this morning,” I cooed softly.

The fire in her eyes told me all I needed to know about what she really thought about my statement, and I could feel my dick hardening.

Fuck, if this didn’t turn me on even more.

I loved it when she fought back. Almost as much as I loved seeing her cry.

I let my gaze move down her body, settling on her waxed pussy. The skin looked smooth, and Mikhail had done a good job at making sure there was no damage to it.

That would have been a shame.

“What did Mikhail say,pet? How long do you have to wait until play time?”

Her eyes widened and I smiled at her. She shook her head as I glided my fingers down her side, taking in all the soft skin with my rough, calloused fingers.

She squirmed a bit when I stilled my hand on her hip.

“That face you make when you come is etched beautifully in my brain, pet. How do you expect me to just let you go now?”

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