Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Matvey
I'd pictured this from the moment she stood on that auction block.
Blond hair spilling across the sheets, her lush body pale enough to blind. Those wet eyes flickered when they landed on my hard cock.
"Good girl. Relax." I swept her hair to one side and yanked the rope off her wrists.
Cheap shit would only ruin what came next.
She rubbed the red marks on her skin, watching me with those obedient, surrendering eyes—like she wouldn't fight me no matter what I did.
Dangerous. Because I never showed mercy to women who looked so fuckable. After all, I had my father's blood—the same bastard who watched his wife, my mother, die without lifting a finger.
I traced every curve of her body with my eyes, stopping at her thick thighs pressed together.
"Spread your legs."
Her blue eyes flinched. Her thighs clamped tighter.
"Please don't look... my body's gotten so weird." Her face flushed.
Don't look? Every inch of her belonged to me. I grabbed those soft thighs. The shocking give made me ease up without thinking.
I forced her legs apart, exposing her soaked pussy.
"You want to hide this dripping mess?" I stared right between her legs.
She bit her lip. Said nothing. My fingers dragged slowly across her entrance.
"Sir..." Her voice cracked. Her fingers touched my arm and pulled back.
"You're supposed to say you want it." I commanded. "Listen to how wet you are."
I stirred inside her. Her hips twisted.
"I want it..." Her lips moved. The flush deepened.
"Want what?"
"I want you, Sir." She was about to cry. "I need you inside me."
My cock jumped. The damn thing was ready to explode.
"I'll make sure you never forget tonight." I lifted her off the bed.
"Ah!" She wasn't ready, instinctively clutching my chest.
She weighed less than I expected. One arm held her easily. Her arms circled my neck, legs wrapped my waist, body pressed tight against mine.
"Sir, put me down. I'm too heavy." Her burning face buried in my neck. She couldn't look at me.
Christ, she had no idea how perfect she was.
"You questioning me?" I gripped her soft ass and pushed inside. "I'll show you exactly how much better you feel than those stick-figure models."
"You're too big..." She frowned, legs clamping around me.
"Don't be scared. Young bodies have potential. You can take it."
She was tight, warm—I almost came like some inexperienced kid. I gritted my teeth, waited for the urge to pass, then went deeper. But the resistance stopped me.
"No..." She pushed at my hips, face pained.
I exhaled, slowed down. She was a virgin. I should be gentle. Damn it—her fault for being too sexy. I didn't want to break her this fast.
I kissed her ear, fingers finding her clit, working that little button. Her body trembled with my touch, sweet moans hammering my eardrums.
"Feel good?" My hand moved to her chest, grabbing her breast. "Your body's hotter now. Softer."
She arched toward me, hard nipples pressing my palm. Then something wet ran down my cock.
Dirty girl.
"Sir, please get inside me." She came alive again, grinding her ass against me.
"Who taught you that?" I smacked her ass, drove to the hilt. "Desperate for me to fuck you?"
"Yes. Want you to fuck me hard until I come."
I grabbed her thick waist and pounded. Full strokes out, full strokes in.
"Ah... too deep... Sir..." Her nails clawed my back, moaning. "This feels so good!"
Seriously, the view was worth recording—those tits bouncing with every thrust. Obscene.
"Ah... I'm gonna come!" Her stomach suddenly tensed.
"Don't hold back. Let it go." I pressed her soft belly, thrusting fast. "Enjoy your first orgasm, little one."
Her walls clenched. Seconds later, she screamed and came, her body going limp against me.
Her face buried in my chest. I could see her red ears. Shy now?
"Look up, baby. You did amazing." I tilted her face toward mine. "Know what? You look absolutely filthy right now. It's hot."
She stared at me, dazed, lips parted, breath fragrant and tempting.
Those full breasts glistened, begging to be tasted. I pressed her into the bed, slipping out, cock resting on her soft stomach.
When I buried my face in her chest, I breathed deep. These soft, fragrant tits could suffocate me, and I'd die happy. I opened my mouth, bit one hard nipple, teeth pulling and grinding until it swelled.
She whimpered, confused.
I shoved back inside her pussy, sliding down the wet channel all the way.
"Ah!" She arched back, thick thighs tensing instantly.
"Your little cunt's hot and tight. A natural milking machine." I bit her ear, fingers kneading her breast. "And these tits—so big just for me to play with."
"Yes. Everything's yours."
Her body pressed closer, tight pussy sucking me in. Damn, how deep could she take it? She was about to suck my soul out.
My body tightened, every sensation focused on the ridges inside her.
"Swallow it all. Don't spill a drop." I lifted her ass and emptied myself inside her.
"So much... Sir, so good..." She was incoherent now.
"Got any energy left?" I held her, settling her on top of me.
Her perfect weight made me thrust up twice. Trust me, the resistance multiplied the pleasure.
"Mmm..." I forced whimpers from her throat.
Looked like she was done.
"I can..." She struggled, bracing against my abs, straightening up. "You bought me. I'll do everything to satisfy you."
"Since you insist, I'm going all in." I raised an eyebrow, tossing the blindfold at her face. "Put it on. Close your eyes and enjoy."
"It's on, Sir." Her voice trembled.
I bit her nipple. She moaned immediately. She'd just come and was already soaked again.
I tied her hands and feet to the bedposts, spread-eagle, every inch of skin exposed.
"Can't see, so everything down there feels sharper, right?" I slipped my fingers back inside.
Her response was more intense than expected, pussy sucking hard. My fingers pumped, and her body grew more desperate.
"I'm gonna come!" Her voice dripped seduction.
"Did I say you could come? Hold it." I pressed her most sensitive spot.
She shook, struggling to obey.
"You can come in ten seconds." I smiled wickedly, pulling my fingers out to rub her clit instead. "Count."
"I'll hold it, Sir..." She went rigid. "Ten, nine..."
I sped up. As planned, when the countdown ended, she squirted more than before. More filthy. Perfect... I was starting to hope she'd become my little pet.
I untied her hands and removed the blindfold, then stood by the bed.
"Crawl to me. Kneel."
She crawled obediently from the other side, breasts swaying, lush body enticing. When she knelt before me, her lips nearly touched my cock. I'd planned to have her suck me, but I changed my mind. Those ridiculously big tits would feel even better.
"Squeeze them together." I pinched her areolas and pulled. She immediately cupped them. "Yeah. Wrap them around me."
I practically shoved it in her face.
"Yes... Sir." Her tongue tangled, movements clumsy.
But somehow that satisfied me more than anything before. I pressed her back, thrusting hard.
My cock slid fast between her slick breasts, brushing her soft lips each time. Over and over, until she instinctively started licking my head with her tongue. Sometimes I'd stop at her lips, and she'd open up, wrapping around my tip, sucking like a lollipop.
Intense pleasure made my muscles seize.
"Fuck..." I groaned and surrendered.
"Oh my God, that's so much!" She stared at the white streaks on her chest.
Actually, her chin and lips were marked too. Absolutely filthy. I had to admit—one night wasn't enough. I couldn't get enough of her.
The rest of the night, I made her come in every position I could think of.
Once, twice—I lost count of how many times she squirted.
Her lips were dry by the end.
We went until dawn broke.
I carried her to the shower, then back to bed—she clearly had no strength left. Just being practical.
She didn't hesitate, just lay beside me and passed out. I never let women stay in my bed overnight... but I had to admit, this tempting body had drained every ounce of my energy tonight.
Just this once.
The next morning, I opened my eyes. Anton's message glowed on my phone.
"Got the info you wanted."
"Riley Quinn. Parents dead. Junior designer at Bykov Group. She auctioned her virginity for one simple reason—her elder sister, Evelyn Quinn, has leukemia. Needs four hundred and eighty thousand for surgery."
"Auctioned herself for her sister? Poor little thing." I smirked.
"You caring about a woman? That's new... But here's the kicker—your poor little thing works right under your nose. Can you really keep your hands off?"
If Anton and I hadn't been through hell together, I'd have glued his mouth shut by now. Teach him that being bratva's second doesn't require this much commentary.
"Oh, and that Boris asshole's handled. He watched his own dick get fed to dogs. Let him stare at his empty crotch and think about who he pissed off."
Exactly why I didn't let Victor kill him. Living like that was worse than death.
Riley still slept beside me. Her pale face pressed against the pillow, long lashes down, like an angel. I swear to God, that's not an exaggeration.
I climbed out of bed and took a cold shower. When I came back, she was awake.
"Sir, good morning." She sat up. The sheet fell. Her white breasts showed teeth marks from last night.
If we weren't talking business, I'd pin her down right now and go another round.
"Riley. You know who I am, don't you?" I tried to calm the heat in my gut, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Mr. Bykov." She paused for several seconds, then nodded heavily.
She must know what she'd done wrong.
"Why didn't you tell me you work for me?" I braced one hand on the bed, leaning close to her face. "You know I hate being lied to."
It's the first rule in the employee handbook.
"I was afraid you'd cancel the deal." Riley looked up, eyes sincere. "Because I know people who anger you don't end well. And..."
"And you really need the money. For your sister's treatment." I stood, dropped the robe, and pulled on a shirt.
I wouldn't have ended the deal, but her fear made sense. I usually don't fuck my own employees.
"How did you know? You investigated me?" Her eyes fixed on me, flash of surprise.
"If I want to know something, I know it," I told her. "How much of the auction money actually reaches you? Probably a drop in the bucket."
She laughed bitterly. "What else could I do?"
"Ever think about it? After surgery, there's follow-up treatment. Hospital stays. Nursing care. That's not pocket change either."
"I don't dare think about it." She looked down, voice sad.
Silence spread through the air. I pushed away the strange ache in my chest.
"I can give you an opportunity."
She immediately looked up.
"I can pay every bill for your sister's treatment." I continued. "Surgery, nursing, follow-up care, hospital stays—you won't worry about anything."
"Really?" Her voice shook with excitement.
I don't do charity. With me, it's always an equal exchange. She'd understand that.
"Of course. But for the next two months, everything about you belongs to me."