Page 10 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

My breasts and sex were completely exposed to the air. I was sure my face was redder than the velvet curtains at the auction.

"Good." His hand slid from my face down to my chest.

God, could he not say "good" in that voice? My spine was melting.

As he touched me, I instinctively sucked in my stomach and tightened my muscles, trying to make my body look better.

"Don't hide." He paused, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

"I'm too fat, Sir—" I looked away. "I don't want to ruin your... experience."

His breathing grew heavy. Had I said something wrong?

"What are you insecure about? Do you have any idea how hard my cock got the moment I saw this body?" As he spoke, his hand moved behind me and pulled me firmly against him.

What was he doing? My breasts were now pressed fully against his chest!

His skin wasn't smooth, but it was surprisingly firm and warm... It felt incredible.

"F-cup? Those idiots measuring you must have been blind." A slight smirk tugged at his mouth as one hand cupped my breast. "See? My hand can't even cover half of it."

The soft flesh spilled between his fingers in an obscene way.

I stared at his hand, breathing fast. I felt like I might die.

"This deal is worth every penny."

Deal. The word instantly cooled the heat rushing through me.

Right, Riley. You already knew this. It's just a transaction. This man paid half a million dollars for your first night. He's not here to fall in love.

That's all it is. He doesn't even know who I am.

He doesn't know I've been secretly in love with him for two months, fantasizing about him every time I stepped into the office break room. He doesn't know I keep a tiny photo of him torn from the company annual report hidden in my desk drawer. He knows nothing.

"Crybaby." His rough thumb brushed the corner of my eye.

After a brief sting, he held his finger in front of me. It was wet. I was crying?

I looked up and met his deep eyes. They were more beautiful than any gemstone I had ever seen.

I think God still favors me. Otherwise, why would he have chosen me? This alone was already more luck than I deserved. I didn't dare ask for more.

"Don't look at me like that." He suddenly covered my eyes with his hand.

Then his kiss landed on my lips. My mind went blank. It was almost impossible to believe how wet I got in that single moment.

His lips were softer than I had imagined, and not at all brutal. The taste of whiskey deepened with the kiss, filling my lungs.

Every fantasy I had touched myself to under the covers for the past two months paled in comparison. The real him was far more addictive than anything I could dream up.

His tongue pushed past my teeth into my mouth. I let out a helpless whimper. I had never been kissed like this—actually, Ihadn't been kissed much at all. My entire pathetic dating history added up to barely two short relationships.

I melted backward under him, sinking into the soft mattress.

"Didn't any of your ex-boyfriends teach you how to kiss? Open your mouth. Give me your tongue." His words slipped out between our lips.

I did as he said, my head growing hazy like I'd been drinking.