Page 5 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"No room to negotiate?" He took a hard drag on his cigar. "That's no small amount!"

"You could choose to be a law-abiding citizen instead." I pushed the pouch back across the table.

Victor's expression tightened instantly.

"You can think about it. But you don't have long." I jerked my chin toward the decadent stage outside. "Once this auction ends, I'm gone."

Pin-drop silence descended on the booth again. The buyer's section erupted in unprecedented cheers. My fingers drummed lightly on the table, waiting for the answer I wanted.

"This piece, I'm certain our distinguished guests will love!" The auctioneer's voice rang out.

I glanced toward center stage. A curvy girl stood there.

Her skin was pale, looked soft. She wore no red lips or heavy eyeliner—just simple makeup that let her wet blue eyes show through. Fear lived in them, but more than that—innocence and defiance.

Heat shot straight to my groin. I tugged at my strangling tie. I inexplicably wanted to wreck this girl, make those clean eyes show something else.

"F-cup! Exceptionally rare!"

F-cup? Bullshit! Those tits were definitely bigger than F.

Those pale, soft mounds hung on her chest with stunning visual weight. Like one breath from her would make them burst free from those few black fabric strips. Combined with the blond hair spilling over her shoulders, this nearly naked body radiated a kind of corrupted beauty.

Damn. Absolutely mouthwatering. I was already hard as hell and aching.

No woman had ever ignited such fierce desire in me. This feeling was goddamn terrible.

"Those tits on her would feel fucking amazing." Victor ground his cigar into the ashtray. "Stacked women like that are sensitive and can go all night. Makes a hell of a toy."

"Plus she looks pure," he continued, corners of his mouth lifting. "Her orgasm face must be..."

This bastard! What the fuck was he saying?

"Watch your mouth," I cut him off coldly. "Save that gutter talk for your own bedroom."

The crowd below competed with bids. The price quickly hit two hundred thousand.

"One man can't possibly satisfy this slut! Why don't I let my boys run a train on her?" The bidding man looked determined to win, shouting to the crowd with a lewd grin.

Cheers and jeers erupted from the auction floor.

"Come on, Boris, don't break her the first night!"

"Don't you worry about that. She's got three holes plus those slutty tits—servicing four guys at once is no fucking problem!" Boris laughed back.

"Well, at least let her live till morning!"

A film of moisture covered the girl's blue eyes. I could feel her desperation.

Something dark moved through my chest. I wanted to go downstairs and snap those bastards' necks.

"Matvey, if you like her, I'll have her sent to your bed tonight. How about that?"

I drained my glass and glanced at Victor beside me. When would he finally shut that chattering mouth? Or maybe he really needed me to help him out with a welding torch.

"Five hundred thousand," I said into the booth's microphone.

The attendant beside me immediately raised the exclusive black-and-gold bidding paddle.