Page 73 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

One of the women tried the handle. The door rattled slightly. She must have heard something because she yelped and pulled back. "Oh my god, someone is in there... fucking. So late and they're still going at it in the company bathroom."

The other woman laughed nervously. "But that woman sounds so pitiful. Getting fucked good, though. Listen to her."

"I swear her voice sounds familiar. Isn't she from our department..."

Their voices faded as they walked away, still gossiping.

Only then did she dare make a sound, a choked moan slipping out. "Stop it," she threatened, though her body betrayed her with another clench around me. "Get off me right now."

"I'd rather you clamp down and break me than stop," I growled, kissing her neck. "But I'll switch positions. Let me make you feel even better."

I turned her around, pressing her front against the door. She braced her hands on it as I took her from behind, sliding back in with one firm thrust. My hands worked her ass cheeks skillfully, kneading and spreading them as I pumped into her. I leaned forward, kissing along her spine and the back of her shoulders, my tongue tracing her skin while my cock filled her completely.

The new angle let me hit even deeper. She tried to stay quiet, but her moans grew louder, her body pushing back to meet my thrusts. I kept the pace steady and relentless, one handslipping around to rub her clit in tight circles. Her walls fluttered and tightened, and soon she was coming hard, her whole body shaking as she cried out.

The sensation pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and came, spilling inside her with a low groan.

When the waves finally eased, I pulled out gently and gathered her into my arms. She was limp, exhausted. I carried her over to the sink, setting her down carefully on the counter. I shrugged off my jacket and laid it beneath her to cushion her against the cool surface, then held her close, stroking her hair.

I had never seen her cry like this.

Riley sat naked on the bathroom counter, her body still trembling. The sight tore at my chest. I wanted to pull her into my arms. But she shoved me away with surprising strength.

"Don't touch me." Her voice was raw.

She slid down from the counter and nearly fell. I reached out to steady her, but she slapped my hand aside. Without a word, she started gathering her clothes from the floor.

"I called Anton to bring fresh clothes. Those are ruined." I stepped closer.

"Stay back." She shook as she pulled her dress on, retreating.

"Listen to me—"

"There's nothing to say." She cut me off. "Today is the last day of our deal. I'm free."

Her eyes were swollen, but the look in them was colder than I had ever seen. My heart felt crushed.

"You can't leave."

"I can." Disappointment and disgust filled her gaze. "The deal is over, Matvey. There's nothing between us anymore."

She wiped away her tears, straightened her slender back, and headed for the door. I blocked her path.

"Move."

"No."

"Matvey, move." She tried to dodge around me. I grabbed her arm.

I could feel her pulse racing under my palm.

She stared at me like a cornered animal. Then she lowered her head and bit down hard on my arm. Her teeth sank into the muscle. The pain was nothing compared to the knife wounds and bullet holes I was used to. But it stole my breath for a different reason. She truly hated me now.

Her nails raked across my face. I stood motionless, taking her resistance.

"Let me go! Let me go!" She struggled harder, her leg kicking out and slamming into the wall.

The impact made my nerves tighten. It had to hurt. A dark bruise was already forming on her pale skin. She kept moving as if she couldn't feel it. I loosened my grip gradually. I was afraid of hurting her further, afraid the disgust in her eyes would deepen.