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"Sir... Sir... please." She was incoherent now, her whole body shaking with my thrusts.

"Say my name." I pressed down on her belly, feeling the trembling rise and fall of her abdomen. "Say Matvey."

"Matvey... save me." She broke apart speaking my name, clenching even tighter around me.

Fuck the boundaries, fuck the equal exchange! She was mine!

She screamed as she reached her peak. I thrust into her contracting walls another dozen times, gripping her full ass, and pumped everything deep inside her.

Her eyes were unfocused, her body still twitching.

Fucking women speechless in bed was routine for me. But fucking a woman until my name was all she could say, until those eyes couldn't hold anyone else—I'd never done that. Or rather, I'd never cared to.

But just now, what was I doing?

I looked down at the girl on the desk. Her blond hair stuck messily to her sweat-dampened cheeks, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. Pitiful and adorable.

When the two months were up, I'd clear Riley from my bed and my life like I had with all those other women. Then I'd pick another from the line of women begging for me to fuck them.

This should've been the simplest thing in the world.

But the problem was, I couldn't imagine any woman but her in my bed anymore.

Would there ever be another woman as fuckable as Riley?

Chapter Ten

Riley & Matvey

Riley

"Look at me, Riley."

His command poured into my ears as his thick cock drove deep inside me.

My chest felt stuffed with cotton, the pressure so heavy I couldn't breathe. How could he just transfer Adrian away like that? And why the hell was my body so much more honest than my brain? The more he treated me like this, the wetter I got. Damn it.

Finally, his seed filled me completely. My spinning world came to a halt.

Night had fallen. The dim office was lit only by neon lights bleeding through the windows. The floor-to-ceiling glass reflected an obscene scene—my body half-naked, both breasts exposed, skirt hiked up, ass flushed red.

"Sir..." I straightened myself out and sat on the desk, watching Matvey button his shirt with deliberate slowness.

I didn't know what I wanted to say.

"Your eyes only look at me." His words consumed my every thought. My head felt like it was splitting open.

Did he actually care about me? I knew I shouldn't think that way—he'd just told me my only job was to obey and please him.

"What?" He covered the last inch of muscle and turned to me.

His eyes held satisfaction, but I couldn't read anything else.

"What do you really—"

"I don't plan to end this deal after two months."

What? He actually had feelings for me! Riley, wake up! A man like him—what woman hasn't he seen? He didn't strike me as the type to catch feelings easily. But that sweetness was already flooding every corner of my body. Maybe? Maybe I was the exception?