Page 34 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"What? You don't like it?" I pulled the paper from her hand and set it on the stack on the desk. "Or are you ashamed to be played with by me in front of that little employee named Adrian?"

Her lips moved.

"I didn't, I just think..." She turned her head away, her gaze landing on those blueprints.

"That doesn't matter." I cut her off. "What matters is, with Adrian transferred, you can focus on work."

She looked up, the shyness in her eyes instantly replaced by another emotion.

"You didn't need to transfer him at all."

"This is my company. Here, my will is everything. I can transfer anyone I want without needing a reason."

She'd dare challenge me over some nobody? Looked like I'd been too lenient with her.

"But that's not fair." She tilted her face up, confronting me. "He just had coffee with me in the break room. He didn't do anything wrong. Why should he suffer because of what's between us?"

"He did something wrong." I stared into her eyes. "Adrian's biggest mistake was touching something that doesn't belong to him."

"I'm not anyone's thing." She frowned. "Matvey, what we have is just a transaction. I'm the bed partner you bought, but that's all. Don't I even have personal freedom and normal social interactions?"

Transaction. For some reason, that word stung.

I'd been the one to define our relationship that way. This should've been the clear boundary I wanted. Equal exchange, no messy entanglements. But now, hearing it from her mouth, I only wanted to grind that word—along with her damned stubbornness—out of her body.

That's all? I didn't say another word. I turned and pressed her down onto the desk.

"Matvey!" She cried out, lying back on the desk.

My arms caged her in the narrow space between me and the desk.

"What did you just say?" I leaned close to her, feeling her rapid breathing. "You said you want freedom? Normal social interactions?"

Her lashes trembled, her lowered eyes deliberately avoiding my gaze.

"This is the office!"

"So?" My knee pushed her legs apart, wedging between her thighs. "This is the Bykov Group office."

"Everything here belongs to me. Including you."

"I said I'm not your thing!"

"Whether you are or not, I decide." I unbuttoned her blouse, those snowy breasts springing free from the overly tight fabric. "Riley, you belong to me. Until this transaction ends, everything about you is mine—you only have two jobs: obey, and please me."

"You're going too far." She bit down, her eyes reddening.

"Too far?" I brushed her blond hair aside and leaned close to her ear. "I can go much further."

I lifted her skirt and ripped the black stockings on her thigh. Her pale, soft thigh flesh jiggled slightly, looking like a cake inviting me to taste it. The transparent traces on her panties were unmistakable. Her lower mouth was far more honest than her upper one.

I stirred the wet opening with my fingertips. Her waist immediately arched up.

"Look." I withdrew the two fingers soaked with her arousal and held them in front of her. "Your mouth says you're not mine, but down here you're honest as a whore. It's begging me to ruin you."

She turned her head away, eyes fixed on the glass window. Clearly disagreeing.

Frustration rose in my chest. She could look up and smile at that blond waste of space, but she wouldn't look at me. I forced her to turn back.