Page 3 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss
"I'm inspecting the merchandise. You'll fucking take it even if it hurts!" He snarled. "You're getting screwed by some man tonight anyway, what's wrong with me feeling you up now?"
What a disgusting bastard. My stomach churned. I almost threw up.
Before I could say anything, his other hand grabbed my hair and yanked me off the chair. The sharp pain in my scalp actually cleared my head. I grabbed his wrist with all my strength.
"I'm the next item going on stage. If you make me look like this when I go up there, those buyers are gonna come after you... especially that mysterious VIP."
I bet he didn't have the authority to touch the women here. Otherwise, with his pervy personality, he would've kept a few for himself already. Why would he need to grope girls being auctioned off?
Sure enough, I was right. He threw me back angrily. My butt hit the chair, and my racing heart settled back into place.
"You bitch. Someone's gonna put you in your place." His voice came through gritted teeth. "Those clients don't fuck around."
He stormed out, slamming the door. The room fell into a rare moment of quiet.
"Honestly, I've always thought that old perv goes too far." The younger woman broke the silence first. "Every time he shows up after we've done their makeup. Makes more work for us!"
"He's with the bratva. We can't afford to cross him." The older woman seemed used to it by now.
Bratva? Even knowing this place operated outside the law, hearing that word made my breathing quicken. And I had no way out now.
They quickly fixed my hair and makeup and readjusted the scraps of fabric on my body. Then the bell rang.
The door opened. Two heavyset men strode in and hauled me out.
I don't remember how I got pushed onto the stage. I only remember my stumbling steps didn't stop until the stage lights swallowed me whole.
The setup here was as elaborate as a theater. Heavy velvet curtains hung above the stage. Below were rows of well-dressed men. Before the auctioneer even spoke, they were already eagerly raising their bidding paddles.
"She's gonna be amazing in bed!"
"I love this curvy type—she'll feel so damn good!"
"I bet her pussy's so tight my cock'll blow the second it gets inside!"
Crude voices crashed over me like waves, nearly drowning me. My body felt rusted, every joint difficult to move.
"This item, I'm sure our distinguished guests will love!" The auctioneer wore an ornate mask, his mouth stretching into an indescribable arc. "F-cup—extremely rare!"
"This abundant sensation will bring our guests an incomparably wonderful night!"
The auctioneer's pitch made me want to run, but I couldn't. I had to be bought by someone here.
"Bidding starts now. Opening price: one hundred thousand dollars!"
I bit my lip, trying to face those predatory stares head-on, but the moment I looked up, I froze.
The second-floor box was brightly lit. Through the glass, that perfect profile caught my eye. Silver at the temples, those aggressive gray-green eyes, the high bridge of his nose, and those thin lips always turned downward.
It was him. Matvey Bykov! The man who'd appeared in my dreams countless times...
Oh God. Why was my boss here?
Chapter Two
Matvey
"She's only twenty years old, but she's got legs like a runway model. I'm sure you gentlemen can imagine how it'd feel to have those wrapped around your waist..." The auctioneer's voice carried to every corner of the room.
