Page 84 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

Every touch was careful. Tender. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, and everywhere he touched came alive. By the time he reached my breasts, I was trembling.

"Matvey..." My voice came out shaky.

"Shh." He cupped them gently, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked. "Let me."

His hands continued their journey—over my ribs, my hips, down my thighs. When he knelt in front of me, washcloth forgotten, I nearly lost it. He pressed kisses to my hip bones, my lower belly, getting closer and closer to where I was aching.

"I can wash myself," I managed.

He looked up at me, water streaming down his face, and smiled. "Didn't you tell me to serve you?"

My face went hot. Damn him.

He stood, turning off the shower, and I thought we were done. But then he moved to the enormous soaking tub, turning on the taps.

Then he lifted me again.

"Matvey, I can walk."

"I know." He lowered me into the tub, the water almost too hot, then climbed in behind me.

I gasped as he settled me between his legs, my back against his chest. His arms came around me, one hand splaying across my ribs just under my breasts, the other resting on my thigh.

"Comfortable?" His breath was warm against my ear.

I couldn't speak. Could only nod.

We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing together. Then his hand began to move. The one under my breasts slid up to cup one, thumb brushing over my nipple. The other hand drifted higher on my thigh.

"Matvey."

"Shh. Relax." His fingers found me, slipping between my folds.

The water made everything feel different—silkier, more intense. He circled my clit slowly, and I moaned, head falling back against his shoulder.

"That's it," he murmured against my neck. "Let me hear you."

His fingers moved faster, alternating between circling and pressing. I was already sensitive from earlier, and it didn't take long before I was panting. When he slipped a finger inside me, I cried out.

"God, you're perfect." He added another finger, pumping them in and out. "Feel how wet you are for me."

I turned my head, seeking his mouth, and he kissed me deeply as his fingers worked me higher. The water splashed as my hips moved, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

"Come for me," he breathed against my lips. "Want to feel you."

His thumb pressed hard on my clit, and I shattered, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He held me through it, fingers gentling, murmuring praise in my ear.

"So beautiful when you come. So perfect. My perfect girl."

Before I'd fully come down, he was lifting me out of the tub. He dried us both quickly, then carried me to the bed. The cool sheets felt amazing against my heated skin.

He laid me out, then began touching me again. His fingers traced every curve, every line of my body. When he reached my breasts, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

I arched off the bed. "Matvey..."

He switched to the other breast, sucking and licking until I was squirming. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, spreading my legs.

"So pretty," he murmured, then pressed a soft kiss to my clit.