Page 27 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

Everyone was looking our way—I knew they were looking at Matvey; I knew no one would notice my reaction. But being surrounded by those stares made anyone nervous. Especially with a "time bomb" under my skirt.

His hand had reached between my legs, stroking through my underwear. I clamped my thighs together.

"You get wet so fast. All these eyes on you—does it excite you that much, Riley?"

I could only squeeze out a few words in a whisper. "Mr. Bykov... don't..."

"Don't what?" He asked softly, playfully condescending. "Don't stop?"

"You're wet." He looked at my screen, very close to me. "Can you still hold it together?"

My lower abdomen burned, clenched. How had I not realized he was so vicious?

"I'll work properly." I bit my lip, trying to sound steady.

He smiled in a way I couldn't read.

"Riley, what do you think of these new pieces?" He suddenly asked, his tone rising.

All eyes turned to me. Adrian's gaze landed squarely on me. They all seemed to expect my answer. Their serious expressions made my lips tremble even more.

"Um... I think..." I clenched my fists, nails nearly digging into my palms.

A sudden sensation nearly made me cry out. Matvey had pushed my underwear aside and slipped his finger inside me!

What the hell was he doing? Had he lost his mind?

"What's wrong?" His tone carried confusion, but his finger kept pumping.

He was absolutely doing this on purpose! If anyone at the table looked down just slightly, they'd see this entire obscene scene.

I took several deep breaths before I could stammer out my thoughts.

"...I think this pendant design is excellent, but if we added some diamond accents, it would... have more depth."

"Good." His finger slowed. "I think Riley Quinn's suggestion is very constructive."

The head designer nodded along.

"We can adjust the designs in that direction." As he spoke, he thrust his finger hard.

My body jerked violently.

"Riley, you have potential." He turned his head. I thought I heard wet sounds from below. "I'm looking forward to your performance."

"Not just at work."

His fingers stirred me until my whole body tingled. I nearly slid off the chair.

If only I'd heard these words when I wasn't like this—legs spread, being fingered by him.

"I'll work hard, Mr.... Bykov." My upper body pressed against the table edge, my nipples lightly squeezed against it with his movements.

I felt like my head would explode, but everyone else's expressions remained calm as ever.

I couldn't tell—did they really not see what we were doing, or were they pretending nothing was happening?

"Your little cunt keeps sucking my finger." He murmured, intensifying his movements, rubbing my clit constantly as he pumped.