Page 14 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

She crawled obediently from the other side, breasts swaying, lush body enticing. When she knelt before me, her lips nearly touched my cock. I'd planned to have her suck me, but I changed my mind. Those ridiculously big tits would feel even better.

"Squeeze them together." I pinched her areolas and pulled. She immediately cupped them. "Yeah. Wrap them around me."

I practically shoved it in her face.

"Yes... Sir." Her tongue tangled, movements clumsy.

But somehow that satisfied me more than anything before. I pressed her back, thrusting hard.

My cock slid fast between her slick breasts, brushing her soft lips each time. Over and over, until she instinctively started licking my head with her tongue. Sometimes I'd stop at her lips, and she'd open up, wrapping around my tip, sucking like a lollipop.

Intense pleasure made my muscles seize.

"Fuck..." I groaned and surrendered.

"Oh my God, that's so much!" She stared at the white streaks on her chest.

Actually, her chin and lips were marked too. Absolutely filthy. I had to admit—one night wasn't enough. I couldn't get enough of her.

The rest of the night, I made her come in every position I could think of.

Once, twice—I lost count of how many times she squirted.

Her lips were dry by the end.

We went until dawn broke.

I carried her to the shower, then back to bed—she clearly had no strength left. Just being practical.

She didn't hesitate, just lay beside me and passed out. I never let women stay in my bed overnight... but I had to admit, this tempting body had drained every ounce of my energy tonight.

Just this once.

The next morning, I opened my eyes. Anton's message glowed on my phone.

"Got the info you wanted."

"Riley Quinn. Parents dead. Junior designer at Bykov Group. She auctioned her virginity for one simple reason—her elder sister, Evelyn Quinn, has leukemia. Needs four hundred and eighty thousand for surgery."

"Auctioned herself for her sister? Poor little thing." I smirked.

"You caring about a woman? That's new... But here's the kicker—your poor little thing works right under your nose. Can you really keep your hands off?"

If Anton and I hadn't been through hell together, I'd have glued his mouth shut by now. Teach him that being bratva's second doesn't require this much commentary.

"Oh, and that Boris asshole's handled. He watched his own dick get fed to dogs. Let him stare at his empty crotch and think about who he pissed off."

Exactly why I didn't let Victor kill him. Living like that was worse than death.

Riley still slept beside me. Her pale face pressed against the pillow, long lashes down, like an angel. I swear to God, that's not an exaggeration.

I climbed out of bed and took a cold shower. When I came back, she was awake.

"Sir, good morning." She sat up. The sheet fell. Her white breasts showed teeth marks from last night.

If we weren't talking business, I'd pin her down right now and go another round.

"Riley. You know who I am, don't you?" I tried to calm the heat in my gut, looking into her eyes.