Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Riley

The older woman pried my legs apart with force.

"Listen to me, girl. Don't fight it. Or I can't promise I won't hurt you." As she spoke, her fingers probed into my private area for the examination. "Weren't you the one who volunteered to be auctioned? Can't you cooperate a little?"

The cold, slick feel of latex gloves made my stomach clench. I forced myself to relax against the discomfort of something foreign entering my body.

"Good. She's intact." The moment her hand withdrew, I sat up on the small bed.

The harsh overhead lights made me dizzy. Honestly, no one wanted to be merchandise at an auction—not unless they were desperate.

"Tell me the truth. You're hoping some rich guy buys you so you can land yourself a sugar daddy, right?" The younger woman leaned in close, holding up different outfits for comparison. "I heard some VIP's coming to the auction tonight. Wonder if he'll go for your type..."

She cupped her hands in front of her chest, making exaggerated circular motions.

My breasts weren't that big. I swear.

"I... just need the money. I haven't thought about any of that." I swallowed the sourness in my throat and gave a bitter smile.

Yes, I needed money. A fortune I probably couldn't earn in fifty years.

My big sister was sick, and I didn't even have parents I could turn to for help.

Dad died when I was little. Mom started drinking after that, got into meth, and soon followed him. When my sister and I left home, we had nothing but a few coins... Now, just when our lives were finally looking up, my sister got hit with this illness.

"Alright, you need a bath." The older woman pulled out a large jar of body scrub and pointed to the bathtub nearby.

It sat right there in the room. No privacy screen. Nothing.

"Are you serious?" I pointed at the tub too, mortified. "Right here?"

Damn, I really wished this was all a hallucination.

"Yes." Without waiting for a response, she stripped off my clothes and pulled me into the tub, slathering the scrub all over my naked body.

She wasn't gentle. I felt like she was going to scrape my skin raw.

"Do you like this one or this one?" The younger woman held up the two outfits she'd picked in front of me.

"Isn't there anything else?" Goodness, I couldn't choose between them.

Those scraps of fabric couldn't even be called clothing. They barely looked like they'd cover the essentials.

"You need to look sexy, or why's anyone going to buy you?" The older woman's face was stern as she grabbed the one with even less fabric. "Instead of being picky, you should be thinking about how to please those buyers."

With that, she forced me into the outfit.

The full-length mirror across from me reflected what I looked like now. My face was flushed, my blue eyes brimming with moisture. The straps binding my pale skin left marks, and my rounded breasts and hips were almost completely exposed.

I never imagined I'd be wearing something that only belonged in porn films. For a moment, I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

"Honestly, if I could be in tonight's auction and catch that VIP's eye, that'd be perfect." The younger woman looked envious. "I heard he's gorgeous, perfect body and everything. If he pinned me down on the bed—"

"Give it a rest." The older woman cut her off with a cold snort. "A big shot like him only goes for virgins."

"—And hardly any of them are normal."

My stomach dropped. What did she mean, hardly any of them were normal?

"You've got a shot at his bed tonight." The older woman looked at me. "Though in my experience, tall skinny girls are more their type. Probably only that elegant figure matches their status."

The moment she finished speaking, a piercing bell rang in my ears, followed by desperate sobbing.

A girl in a sea-blue bustier and white mini skirt was being dragged past my door by two men.

"Stop gawking." The older woman's voice was sharp. "You're next."

My heart slammed hard. Only now, as this became real, did I truly feel afraid.

Riley, this is a last resort. Just this once.

I repeated it over and over in my head, but my plummeting spirits wouldn't settle.

This wasn't the life I'd imagined.

I should've been working steady, saving money with my sister, working toward buying our own place. Instead, here I was at an auction house, waiting to be bought. And my first time—I'd wanted to save it for someone I truly cared about. But that chance was gone now.

Though thinking about it differently, there'd never been any possibility between us anyway.

He was the CEO of Bykov Group. That guy who was synonymous with wealth and ruthlessness. His tall, powerful frame wrapped in perfectly tailored designer suits, every gesture carrying an authority that made you look away.

I'd heard he built his jewelry empire before he turned thirty, and over these past dozen years, his business empire had spread across the globe.

And me? I was a nobody intern, wearing an ill-fitting uniform, invisible in the workplace... I'd worked at his company for two months, only catching distant glimpses of him a few times. He probably didn't even know I existed.

Most devastating of all? My waist even had the kind of extra softness that high society looked down on.

The universe was cruel like that. Better face reality.

They pinned me to the chair with practiced efficiency—makeup, hair, perfume. I was a product on an assembly line, about to be packaged and put on display.

"Remember to smile." The older woman poked the corner of my mouth with her makeup brush. "Don't piss off the buyers, especially that VIP. He's an important guest of our boss."

I forced my face into a stiff smile. So who was this VIP they kept talking about? Couldn't be the president, could it?

"Finally, a piece of merchandise that's better than expected." A middle-aged man pushed through the door and walked straight to me.

He wore a floral shirt unbuttoned to his chest, leering at me with his eyes.

Damn. He might as well have had "asshole" tattooed on his forehead.

"Let me see." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him. "You look like you're begging for it."

The two women stood behind him, expressionless.

Before I came here, I'd prepared myself—everyone in this place was an asshole. Spend enough time in a place like this, you'd turn into one eventually.

The next second, his gaze dropped to my chest.

"Now this is nice." His hand reached for my breast. "A body like yours? Some buyers are gonna love it. Because your tits are fucking huge."

My throat tightened. If I could, I'd rip his mouth apart.

I shrank back, pressing against the chair, trying to get away from his touch. Instead, he squeezed the flesh on my chest hard.

"Let go of me!" I twisted, trying desperately to break free. "Don't touch me!"

"I'm inspecting the merchandise. You'll fucking take it even if it hurts!" He snarled. "You're getting screwed by some man tonight anyway, what's wrong with me feeling you up now?"

What a disgusting bastard. My stomach churned. I almost threw up.

Before I could say anything, his other hand grabbed my hair and yanked me off the chair. The sharp pain in my scalp actually cleared my head. I grabbed his wrist with all my strength.

"I'm the next item going on stage. If you make me look like this when I go up there, those buyers are gonna come after you... especially that mysterious VIP."

I bet he didn't have the authority to touch the women here. Otherwise, with his pervy personality, he would've kept a few for himself already. Why would he need to grope girls being auctioned off?

Sure enough, I was right. He threw me back angrily. My butt hit the chair, and my racing heart settled back into place.

"You bitch. Someone's gonna put you in your place." His voice came through gritted teeth. "Those clients don't fuck around."

He stormed out, slamming the door. The room fell into a rare moment of quiet.

"Honestly, I've always thought that old perv goes too far." The younger woman broke the silence first. "Every time he shows up after we've done their makeup. Makes more work for us!"

"He's with the bratva. We can't afford to cross him." The older woman seemed used to it by now.

Bratva? Even knowing this place operated outside the law, hearing that word made my breathing quicken. And I had no way out now.

They quickly fixed my hair and makeup and readjusted the scraps of fabric on my body. Then the bell rang.

The door opened. Two heavyset men strode in and hauled me out.

I don't remember how I got pushed onto the stage. I only remember my stumbling steps didn't stop until the stage lights swallowed me whole.

The setup here was as elaborate as a theater. Heavy velvet curtains hung above the stage. Below were rows of well-dressed men. Before the auctioneer even spoke, they were already eagerly raising their bidding paddles.

"She's gonna be amazing in bed!"

"I love this curvy type—she'll feel so damn good!"

"I bet her pussy's so tight my cock'll blow the second it gets inside!"

Crude voices crashed over me like waves, nearly drowning me. My body felt rusted, every joint difficult to move.

"This item, I'm sure our distinguished guests will love!" The auctioneer wore an ornate mask, his mouth stretching into an indescribable arc. "F-cup—extremely rare!"

"This abundant sensation will bring our guests an incomparably wonderful night!"

The auctioneer's pitch made me want to run, but I couldn't. I had to be bought by someone here.

"Bidding starts now. Opening price: one hundred thousand dollars!"

I bit my lip, trying to face those predatory stares head-on, but the moment I looked up, I froze.

The second-floor box was brightly lit. Through the glass, that perfect profile caught my eye. Silver at the temples, those aggressive gray-green eyes, the high bridge of his nose, and those thin lips always turned downward.

It was him. Matvey Bykov! The man who'd appeared in my dreams countless times...

Oh God. Why was my boss here?