Page 60 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"Ah, don't, Matvey..." I arched my back, sounds escaping my throat.

He knelt on one knee, his fingers sliding under my skirt, pressing through the thin fabric precisely on my most sensitive spot. Shame and frustration washed over me. That was him—knew every sensitive spot, knew exactly what would make me moan, make me beg.

"Riley, when will you learn to be honest?" His fingers slid up and down, satisfaction in his voice. "You're this wet already."

The slick sounds reached my ears. My face must've been bright red.

"That's two different things!" I tried to close my legs, but he forced them apart.

"To me, it's the same thing." He suddenly bent down, kissing my lower belly.

In that instant, my tense body relaxed. I knew I shouldn't feel this comfortable. We'd just been fighting... yet one move from him and I completely surrendered. It was absurd.

He yanked my underwear off, exposing me completely. Then his lips moved lower, settling between my legs.

"God... no..." My hands clutched the sheets.

His warm, agile tongue lapped at my clit, pleasure shooting through my entire body.

I'd fantasized about this powerful man doing this to me. Fantasized about those thin lips that issued cold commands,what heat they'd bring to my most private place. But reality was far more intense than imagination.

He devoured me like I was a dessert. He licked away every drop of my wetness, feeling my honest trembling under his palm. My hips moved on their own, meeting his mouth and tongue.

"Tell me, Riley." He looked up from between my thighs, gaze burning. "Did you fantasize about this? About my tongue fucking you, sucking you dry."

"I..."

"Don't lie to me."

His eyes saw through everything. I could only nod.

"Say it, Riley." Glistening liquid still clung to his mouth. He was too fucking sexy. "Say you want my tongue."

I felt stripped bare, humiliated, yet wrapped in secret satisfaction.

"I want your tongue, Matvey," I shouted.

"Dirtier." He wasn't satisfied.

"I want your tongue to fuck me like your cock does. Give it to me, Matvey." I was nearly crying.

"Good girl." He praised me in that low voice.

God, I loved when he said things like that in that sexy voice.

He cupped my ass with both hands, lifting me higher. His tongue returned to my clit, swirling lightly, occasionally grazing with his teeth.

Slick wetness kept flowing from me, and he licked it up immediately. When his tongue pushed inside me, I felt my soul shake. It was completely different from his cock—rough yet soft. But both could make me feel incredible.

I grabbed his dark brown hair, moaning. Those slightly wavy strands were too soft to belong to such a dangerous, composed man.

"You like me serving you like this, Riley?" He murmured indistinctly between my legs.

"Enough, Matvey—" My abdomen tightened, white light flashing before my eyes.

He finally pulled away, reaching to unbuckle his belt. I could see his hard outline even through his pants.

"Riley, you want me." He said it with certainty.